not your happy place


calibansisland:

Peter Greenaway, Prospero’s books
nightshopeful:

grunge em We Heart It.
casababilonia:

Virgin Mary, Our Lady of Anjony, France
Black revolutionaries do not drop from the moon. We are created by our conditions. Shaped by our oppression.
- Assata Shakur (via blackcyborgs)

(via youngblackandvegan)


pootee:

(via Not made in Sweden: The DISkea Bag – $10 | Dazed)

my-lovely-little-micool:

cake-full-of-fist:

paulonutini:

u think just because it’s pink n cute n shit it’s not gonna do anything? ok go play on it and see what happens. I ain’t gonna help u when that nasty ass demon drags u into ur basement. see u in the afterlife

OKAY REAL TALK, I ACTUALLY HAVE THIS SASSY PIECE OF SHIT KAWAII FUCKER AND LEMME TELL YOU OFF THE TOP THAT I PULLED SHIT OUT OVER AT A PARTY AND OF COURSE PEOPLE WERE ALL LIKE “BRUH, LMAOOOO”  AND LIKE NO DUDE THE LAST THING I WAS EXPECTING WAS FOR THIS BARBIE COLORED FUCK TO ACTUALLY SPOOK UP SOME KIND OF SHIT LIKE 5MINS IN WITH PLAYING WITH THIS I LEFT TO GET A DRINK AND WHEN I CAME BACK EVERYONE LOOKED LIKE THEY SHAT THEMSELFS ALL OVER THE PLACE AND I JUST KINDA LOOKED AT THE BOARD AND I ASKED WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HAPPENED AND I AS SOON AS I MOVED TO TOUCH IT EVERYONE STARTED SCREAMING LIKE I DK WHAT HAPPEND IN THAT BRIEF MOMENT I LEFT BUT THE HOUSE ENDED UP SMELLING LIKE STRAWBERRIES AND DEAD LEAFS FOR LIKE A WHOLE MONTH, LIKE I ACTUALLY DON’T REALLY CARE WHAT KIND OF SOFT GRUNGE PASTEL ROSY BUBBLE GUM FRU FRU SATANIC SHIT THEY BROUGHT UP INTO THE HOUSE BUT HEY, YOU KNOW THE MOTTO 'KAWAII FROM THE WOMB TO THE TOMB”

SOFT GRUNGE PASTEL ROSY BUBBLE GUM FRU FRU SATANIC SHIT
Her life mattered.
- Renisha McBride’s mother, Monica McBride, following today’s conviction of Theodore Wafer for second-degree murder. Wafer, a white man, fatally shot McBride, who is black, when she knocked on his door last November after her car crashed. (via locusimperium)

(via ethiopienne)




i am accused of tending to the past
as if i made it,
as if i sculpted it
with my own hands. i did not.
this past was waiting for me
when i came,
a monstrous unnamed baby,
and i with my mother’s itch
took it to breast
and named it
History.
she is more human now,
learning languages everyday,
remembering faces, names and dates.
when she is strong enough to travel
on her own, beware, she will.
- Lucille Clifton, i am accused of tending to the past (via knowledgeequalsblackpower)

(Source: hiniascott, via processedlives)