if you write it, will they come?

I'm writing words, you are reading them. Hmm, the direction of this blog...I'm not so sure I have one nor a desire for one. I'm gonna ramble; I'm gonna advise; I'm gonna reflect; I'm gonna bullshit. I study psych; I travel by subway and yellows. I succumb to the small talk of the weather. I people watch. I laugh...EVERYDAY. Likes: smart people!! funny people!! sarcasm, music I can dance to, music I can sing with, music that makes me think, music that lights candles ;) playing in the park afterhours [the only way u won't look like a pedophile jkjk (well not really lol)] natural hair and skin care, natgeo, family guy, the colbert report, reading, history, psychology, shoes, vegan food, people watching =) I party now and again, maybe sip on something ;-) Dislikes: celery sans bleu cheese (ranch will suffice), deadlines, smokers, when my metrocard expires =(, arrogance, ppl playing music in public w/o headphones ugh, capitalism. The lists ofcourse could be way longer. Tumbling along

prettyboyshyflizzy:

stimutax:

70 Most Useful Sites on the Internet

*doesnt see pornhub*

list is flawed

rogueavantgarde:

vinegod:

How to get out of saying the “L” word by Victory Brinker

😂😭😭😂

So many facts

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dynamicafrica:

In honor of International Literacy Day, I compiled a list of some of my favourite books written by African authors (with the exception of the book about Fela). There are many books I could’ve added to this post but these were the first that came to mind.

There’s no order to this list and each comes highly recommended as they, in some way, changed me for the better. If I had to pick a favourite it would undoubtedly be Zimbabwean writer Tsitsi Dangarembga’s Nervous Conditions simply because it was the first book I read in which I related so deeply to several of the characters - and still do. From Nyasha’s struggle with depression and being caught between two cultures she feels alienated by, to Tambu’s hunger for a world beyond her circumstances. Ugandan author Okot p’Bitek’s Song of Lawino and Song of Ocol comes in a close second, it’s just about as cheeky and blunt as I am in some parts and, perhaps a little out of narcissism, is why I enjoyed it.

Between these 18 books you’ll find everything from the personal to the political, and everything in-between. There’s love, there’s romance, there’s struggle, there’s strife, there’s beauty and there’s ugly too. No story is as simple as their titles may suggest, just read Camara Laye’s L’enfant Noir (The African Child) that explores the author’s early childhood in Guinea under French colonisation, or South African writer Sol Plaatjie’s historical novel Mhudi written in 1919 that placed a woman at the center of a story that deals with survival, displacement and early European colonisation in South Africa.

For anyone interested in reading these books, I found some of them available online (not all are complete):

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suckonthedickimashark:

geekscoutcookies:

jeremylawson:

Beautiful little house

This right here

Goddamn I wanna eat this house’s butt

prettyboyshyflizzy:

hopefully-funny:

susanforemanbackstrom:

trrillest:

firstgingerdoctor:

mother. friggin’. space. man.
x

And some people still think we’re alone here

AND SOME THINK EARTH IS  MOST IMPORTANT

just think about this for a second, its mind-blowing

jeeeeez

akaschicrecords
I think white gay people feel cheated because they were born, in principle, in a society in which they were supposed to be safe. The anomaly of their sexuality puts them in danger, unexpectedly. Their reaction seems to me in direct proportion to their sense of feeling cheated of the advantages which accrue to white people in a white society. There’s an element, it has always seemed to me, of bewilderment and complaint. Now that may sound very harsh, but the gay world as such is no more prepared to accept black people than anywhere else in society.
James Baldwin, “‘Go The Way Your Blood Beats’: An Interview With James Baldwin” (1989) by Richard Goldstein (via whitelbgqtprivilege)

Hmm

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city-fog-and-brave-dialogue:

ioweyouasoul:

LISTEN UP MOTHER FUCKERS

SEE THIS WEBSITE? 

ITS CALLED WOLFRAM ALPHA

THIS IS THE BEST GODDAMN WEBSITE FOR ACADEMIC SHIT. FUCK GOOGLE. 

THIS MOTHERFUCKER WILL LET YOU SEARCH “HOSPITAL BEDS IN CHAD VS. IRAN” 

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AND IT GIVES YOU A STRAIGHT GODDAMN ANSWER 

MAYBE YOU’RE NOT INTERESTED IN DOCTORNESS OF THIRD WORLD COUNTRIES COOL SHIT 

HAVING TROUBLE WITH MATH?

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HOLY SHIT

OR MAYBE YOU WANNA DICK AROUND

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WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT

reasons why tumblr aids education

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dynamicafrica:

In honor of International Literacy Day, I compiled a list of some of my favourite books written by African authors (with the exception of the book about Fela). There are many books I could’ve added to this post but these were the first that came to mind.

There’s no order to this list and each comes highly recommended as they, in some way, changed me for the better. If I had to pick a favourite it would undoubtedly be Zimbabwean writer Tsitsi Dangarembga’s Nervous Conditions simply because it was the first book I read in which I related so deeply to several of the characters - and still do. From Nyasha’s struggle with depression and being caught between two cultures she feels alienated by, to Tambu’s hunger for a world beyond her circumstances. Ugandan author Okot p’Bitek’s Song of Lawino and Song of Ocol comes in a close second, it’s just about as cheeky and blunt as I am in some parts and, perhaps a little out of narcissism, is why I enjoyed it.

Between these 18 books you’ll find everything from the personal to the political, and everything in-between. There’s love, there’s romance, there’s struggle, there’s strife, there’s beauty and there’s ugly too. No story is as simple as their titles may suggest, just read Camara Laye’s L’enfant Noir (The African Child) that explores the author’s early childhood in Guinea under French colonisation, or South African writer Sol Plaatjie’s historical novel Mhudi written in 1919 that placed a woman at the center of a story that deals with survival, displacement and early European colonisation in South Africa.

For anyone interested in reading these books, I found some of them available online (not all are complete):

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curvesincolor:

"The Body" by Annie Leibovitz, in American Vogue, Apr. 2003.

Goodness

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jaiking:

Follow me at http://jaiking.tumblr.com/ You’ll be glad you did.

Wow though

unfriendlygaythottie:

weloveshortvideos:

Lil dude was just minding his business.. 

rip

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unfriendlygaythottie:

weloveshortvideos:

Lil dude was just minding his business.. 

rip

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whatshyguylikes:

glub-on-it:

have this while I’m struggling with transitions

Please i would love to eat pussy like this!!! 😩😩😩😩😩


Drip

whatshyguylikes:

glub-on-it:

have this while I’m struggling with transitions

Please i would love to eat pussy like this!!! 😩😩😩😩😩

Drip

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rebelbaes:

mankindglobalmedia:

I really like you. I do. You’re so nice, and sweet, and you listen to all my problems and respond with the appropriate compliments. But, well, I don’t really see a relationship in our future. It would be terrible if we let sex destroy this great friendship we have where I get everything I want and you get nothing you want. Don’t you think?

I knew you would understand. You always do.

We’re so perfect as friends, you know? I can tell you anything, and you know you can always come to me anytime you need to hear me bitch about work or how ugly I feel. You wouldn’t want to ruin a friendship like that just so you could be my boyfriend, and have me look at you with desire and longing in my eyes, if only once—would you? Of course not. Well, if we started dating, it would only complicate this wonderful setup I’ve got going here.

It’s just…you’re like my best friend, and I would hate for something you desperately want to change that. I mean, sure, we could go on some dates, maybe mess around a little and finally validate the six years you’ve spent languishing in this platonic nightmare, but then what? How could we ever go back to the way we were, where I take advantage of your clear attraction to me so I can have someone at my beck and call? That part of our friendship means so much to me.

No. We are just destined to be really, really good friends who only hang out when I don’t have a boyfriend, but still need male attention to boost my fragile and all-consuming ego.

Anything can happen once you bring romance in. Think about how awful my last relationship was at the end, remember? The guy I’d call you crying about at 3 a.m. because he wouldn’t answer my texts? The guy I met at the birthday party you threw me? I had insanely passionate sex with him for four months and now we don’t even talk anymore. God, I would die if something like that happened to us.

Plus, ick, can you even imagine getting naked in front of each other? I’ve known you so long, you’re more like a brother that I’ve drunkenly made out with twice and never mentioned again. It’d be way too weird. And if we did, then whenever you’d come shopping with me, or go to one of my performances or charity events, or take me for ice cream when I’ve had a bad day at work, you’d be looking at me like, “I’ve seen her breasts.” God, I can’t think of anything more awkward than that.

Oh, before I forget, my mom says hi.

Anyway, you would totally hate me as your girlfriend. I’d be all needy and dramatic and slowly growing to love you. If I was your girlfriend, I would never be able to tell you all about the other asshole guys I date and pretend I don’t see how much it crushes you. Let’s never lose that. That’s what makes us us.

Don’t worry. You’re so funny and smart and amazing, any girl but me would be lucky to date you. You’ll find someone, I know it. And when you do, I’ll be right by your side to suddenly become all flirty and affectionate with you in front of her, until she grows jealous and won’t believe it when you say we’re just friends. But when she dumps you, that’s just what we’ll be.

Best friends. Friends forever.

someone finally broke down what the friendzone actually is. Good.