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Just a place to put stuff. I love to drum, though I rarely ever do it.

lestrangefiction:

thechanelmuse:

This! He just preached in two sentences. 

It kills me when people ask me this. Especially with the guys at work- I got this twice this week alone.
"Are you mixed?" "You’re black right? Are you Spanish too?" "You can’t be just black. What else are you mixed with?" "Are you sure you’re not Spanish? Maybe you’re Indian or something?”
If you’re giving me a compliment on my appearance, don’t give me a backhanded compliment that attempts to negate my blackness from my perceived attractiveness.

Hahaaha, brooo. You’re making white guys have a crisis when they realize that they’re actually attracted to a FULLY Black woman.

lestrangefiction:

thechanelmuse:

This! He just preached in two sentences. 

It kills me when people ask me this. Especially with the guys at work- I got this twice this week alone.

"Are you mixed?" "You’re black right? Are you Spanish too?" "You can’t be just black. What else are you mixed with?" "Are you sure you’re not Spanish? Maybe you’re Indian or something?”

If you’re giving me a compliment on my appearance, don’t give me a backhanded compliment that attempts to negate my blackness from my perceived attractiveness.

Hahaaha, brooo. You’re making white guys have a crisis when they realize that they’re actually attracted to a FULLY Black woman.

(Source: black-culture)

I’m no mystery. Though I try to be. I wear my motives on my sleeves and my disinterest on my actions. ILLFIGHTYOU, drumming, driving, and loving is where you’ll find me when I don’t answer my phone. Any other time I’m frothing between angst and lust and jitters. Inexperienced and arrogant. Lazy to a fault, to a benefit. Consistently uncertain, and inconsistently surprising. I don’t see any point in continuing.

“You did not love me,
You just loved the fact that I was here for you.
You loved the attention I gave you,
You loved the fact that I would drop anything for you.
You did not love me, but god,
I loved you.”

—   (via yourwelcometothehell)

(Source: memoriesrecollected, via clacking)

Yo. Its a wrap.

(Source: nortnic, via clacking)

diancie:

voidbabe:

crimewave420:

I’d quit playing if this happened to me tbh

BRUH

image

(via clacking)

(Source: softwaring, via clacking)

itcars:

This 526 HP Darth Vader Corvette Is A Hot Wheels Dream Made Real
Marathoning this tonight and tomorrow…
lofticries:

Guy Billout

lofticries:

Guy Billout

(via clacking)

 

oregonfairy:


The tallest statue in the world, Ushiku Daibutsu.

 

oregonfairy:

The tallest statue in the world, Ushiku Daibutsu.

(via indee-da)

Al Green - Let's Stay Together

Hitting home right now…

(Source: tessmex)

It escapes from me so naturally. Free-flowing and easy-going. I can’t explain why. I mean, I guess my parents always taught me to love first, and to love genuinely. But even they hate somethings. I seem to have no capacity for shutting myself off. And it goes and goes and flows and flows. Out and up into the nostrils of whoever standing over me needs it the most at the time. I never question or doubt. It wouldn’t matter; I don’t have a say. It would leave me regardless. And it never runs out or runs dry. Temporarily or permanently. I’m always gushing, I have no idea where the hell it comes from either. 

I never learned to be selfish.