You sisters better realize The real hair and real eyes get real guys So before...– Common (via dancerdrapedinpearls)
Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.– Nora Ephron (via think-progress)
dentist: *scrapes gums with sharp metal instruments*
dentist: ur bleedin because u dont floss
wordslessspoken: I know there are wholesome seeds present within me, as well as unwholesome seeds, and I choose which to water.
thisiswhiteprivilege: White privilege is being the beauty ideal pretty much everywhere for everyone and never feeling that in order to be beautiful you must poison your hair with chemicals, sew another person’s hair into your scalp, or bleach your skin. (Don’t try to compare white girls getting extensions to black girls and their weaves/perms they are two COMPLETELY different things emotionally...
thisiswhiteprivilege: White privilege is black features only being recognized by society/the media as beautiful when they are diluted. Curly hair, but not kinky. Golden/caramel complexioned but not dark. etc.
This Disney Movie, “Let It Shine”, is boring me to tears. BLAHHHHHH.
I hate having to practice self- control when all I really want to do is eat a HUGE plate of chinese food and a fresh out the oven Cinnabon dripping with icing. Oh well, A girl can dream can’t she…
I just know that I was tired. I was tired of thinking less of myself because...– Gabourey Sidibe (via fuckyeahfamousblackgirls)
Insane in the Brainnnn!
Tomorrow officially starts Day 1 of my 60 day Insanity Journey. Found the DVD’s for free on the internet and the infomercial on T.V. sealed the deal. This should be fun. Oh, by the way, that last statement was sarcasm filled to the max.
We danced too wild, and we sang too long, and we hugged too hard, and we kissed...– Pearl Cleage
Chris Brown and Drake...
All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name.– Hunter S. Thompson (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
Words Less Spoken: Heel, Toe, Heel, Toe, Heel Toe →
wordslessspoken: If there’s one thing we short, chubby, nerdy kids feared in 8th grade, it was the gym. Nothing like the humiliation of locker rooms and coming in 1st, 2nd, & 3rd to last in everything, but dodgeball and exercises weren’t the death of me. It was running. I hated to run track. I was so out of…