today this guy told me that my dress made my ass look fat (he sad it as a 'compliment') and obviously since it was 8:30 I was too tired for that shit and I replied with 'saying my ass is fat wont make your dick any bigger' and when he tried to defend himself saying his dick was big enough I told him that it doesn’t count if he shoved two thirds of it in his personality and he just looked at me completely defenseless AND BASICALLY I STOLE THAT LINE FROM HERE BUT I SLAYED
The Price of Blackness
And so for the last week I’ve been feeling that helpless feeling. All that’s left after helplessness is fatigue, right? Aren’t we all tired yet? We know that what happened to Michael Brown was not a unique incident but part of a larger phenomenon—and that it will happen again, soon. Which means we know an even deeper truth: that to be black in this country means constantly paying a tax on your life. Some of us pay in dignity, some of us pay in blood.
when you hear somebody talking about one of your interests
theres so many crusty text posts that are just recycled over and over like ooh we know you all like pizza and Mcdonalds lets try some originality today