Tolerable Confusion

    17 Oct 2014

    If there was a fairytale disney story about my momma it would be about a Cherokee princess who was kidnaped by German soilders and raised as a white girl only
To escape with a Moroccan Mayan Spanish Polish Cherokee man on a white horse n they traveled around the country killing bad guys n saving lives with their bad ass karate moves all while raising two babies n they lived happily ever after on a farm in the mountains in South America …..because  the real story might get us arrested ✊

    If there was a fairytale disney story about my momma it would be about a Cherokee princess who was kidnaped by German soilders and raised as a white girl only
    To escape with a Moroccan Mayan Spanish Polish Cherokee man on a white horse n they traveled around the country killing bad guys n saving lives with their bad ass karate moves all while raising two babies n they lived happily ever after on a farm in the mountains in South America …..because the real story might get us arrested ✊

    17 Oct 2014

    youvebeenmobd:

Y’all woke yet or nah? 😒 so who Tryna form an army wit me cuz I ain’t going lbvs #Ebola #bullshit #repost

    youvebeenmobd:

    Y’all woke yet or nah? 😒 so who Tryna form an army wit me cuz I ain’t going lbvs #Ebola #bullshit #repost

    15 Oct 2014

    Had this crazy dream me my friend an my mom were in South America in the mountains tryna get back to the city n we had to walk threw this stream into a cave n they all did hella shit to avoid getting in the water n I just walked in to the other side n then when we got threw there was a giant cliff n before I could react my mom had jumped into the water n my friend knew I wouldn’t jump so he pushed me n grabbed onto me mid air so I wouldn’t smack Into this rock I was screaming so loud I thought I was gonna die n we hit the water n swam to shore it was pretty intense man really freggin intense

    13 Oct 2014

    humansofnewyork:

“My happiest memories are from when I was growing up in South Carolina. I remember sitting in the kitchen, waiting on breakfast and listening to the coffee perkin’. My grandmother had her own garden, and my grandfather had his own grocery store, so we always had fresh vegetables and grits and bacon and eggs. That was a big deal back then in the 50’s— for a black man to own a grocery store. If someone needed credit, my grandfather would just write their name in a book. And if they couldn’t pay, he’d just forget about it. He was shorter than I was, and very quiet. But everybody respected him. He used to walk to the store every morning before dawn, with a 38’ in his hand. Every night he’d walk home with that same gun in his hand. Even the white delivery men called him Mr. Robinson. MISTER Robinson.”

    humansofnewyork:

    “My happiest memories are from when I was growing up in South Carolina. I remember sitting in the kitchen, waiting on breakfast and listening to the coffee perkin’. My grandmother had her own garden, and my grandfather had his own grocery store, so we always had fresh vegetables and grits and bacon and eggs. That was a big deal back then in the 50’s— for a black man to own a grocery store. If someone needed credit, my grandfather would just write their name in a book. And if they couldn’t pay, he’d just forget about it. He was shorter than I was, and very quiet. But everybody respected him. He used to walk to the store every morning before dawn, with a 38’ in his hand. Every night he’d walk home with that same gun in his hand. Even the white delivery men called him Mr. Robinson. MISTER Robinson.”

    5 Oct 2014

    “It turns him on when she sings, because she has the same look on her face when she comes. It turns him on when she comes, because she has the same look on her face when she sings.”
    — (via orlansky)

    25 Sep 2014

    Me and Benjamin rehearsing OUR Roxanne cover in the hallway ☺️

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    25 Sep 2014

    Tears

    I cry that’s what I do. I cry when I’m happy I’ cry when I’m angry i cry when im sad I cry I cry so much i become a cloud and pour out massive rain drops that taste of tears I cry for the moon when the sun is gone I cry for the sun when the moon is away I cry for the trees that get cut down and the animals that are used for food and clothing I cry for the animals that are killed just because I cry for the children and the mothers and the fathers who don’t know their sons I cry allot, it feels good.

    18 Sep 2014

    18 Sep 2014

    “Don’t you get it? I don’t want to move you. I want to tear you open and show you your own insides. I want to make you question everything you’ve ever known. I want you to forget that you haven’t been breathing. I want to put you back together, a little more whole than you were before. Maybe I’ll be a little more whole too.”
    — (via orlansky)

    14 Sep 2014

    “If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.”
    — Frank Zappa (via kushandwizdom)

    12 Sep 2014

    gradientlair:

    cultureunseen:

    Originators and Masters of the dance (science and magic)!

    Epic.

    12 Sep 2014

    humansofnewyork:

"What’s your biggest dream for your child?""We’ll let him dream for himself."

(New Delhi, India)

    humansofnewyork:

    "What’s your biggest dream for your child?"
    "We’ll let him dream for himself."

    (New Delhi, India)

    12 Sep 2014

    Sponge Bob: what do you do when I’m gone? 

Patrick: wait for you to get back…..

    Sponge Bob: what do you do when I’m gone?

    Patrick: wait for you to get back…..

    10 Sep 2014

    6 Sep 2014

    summeranne:

    "It’s time to forget about being lovable. And in fact, it’s time to forsake someone else’s idea of what gives you a spark or no spark. Block the “other” from this picture. No more audience. You are the cherished and the cherisher. You are the eminently lovable and the lover. You are a million…