in sixth grade you were either a cucumber melon bitch or a warm vanilla sugar bitch

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We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve.

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we all know the gr*mmys lost all credibility the moment they gave beck album of the year over beyoncé’s self-titled masterpiece that quite literally changed the music industry forever… however here we all are… mad

2018! Lets get dis money, bitch!

Reblog this and money will be entering your life this week

ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.

they didn’t text you back because they didn’t want to ok??? go do a clay mask its fine

It’s almost as if nobody wants to admit that they might not be prepared to do the work it takes to love somebody. And it can be laborious. To be intimate with someone who is flawed (which is the standard) requires us to expose our own flaws. We don’t talk about the heavy responsibility of that. We don’t talk about how we’re too lazy or too cowardly sometimes. We instead accuse love of being elusive. It isn’t. It is omnipresent. It asks us to be better people. And sometimes we flat out refuse.

I hate it when people are so against teaching young white kids to recognize their racism. Like people will literally say shit like “oh they’re too young to be taught about racism, that’s harmful!” but like children of color are never too young to face racism from white people who were never taught to recognize their racism as children. Start teaching white kids (boys AND girls) to recognize their racism; the problem starts when they’re young.

Why in the literal fuck do social media designers think we want to see posts out of chronological order……what real human person on the planet earth wants to see that…..I’m so tired