I want to go on a date
Preferably with a football playing bearded gentleman with impeccable style
I want bomb ass drinks, an interesting versatile menu and an above par conversation.
Afterwards I want to go to an after hours hookah spot, smoke hookah, crack jokes, and just have fun
Then because we both don’t want the date to end we walk around the city after hours just talking and picking each others mind
Then as we approach my subway station you stop me and give me a kiss.. because you’re unsure its just peck.. but I let you know that I want more by following up with a deeper kiss. You smile and let me go
By the time I get off the train I have text from you wanting to set up our next date because we both felt really great about our first date.
Anonymous asked: I bet you still get hate mail for agreeing with that other guys post about slavery and the ships.
No. I don’t actually. But I can see every comment in my notifications and I am just tired of seeing people miss the entire point.
and if any of you white people respond with “wait but I didn’t do that. that was in the past”
i need you to check your privilege
and then drink bleach if you think your hands aren’t dirty
Guilt doesn’t transfer from generation to generation. I am not magically accountable for something my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather MIGHT have done. Also;
>social justice blogger
>telling people to kill themselves
I love that there’s a blog called “this is white culture” that is solely devoted to bad things white people did, not their cultures at all. So I guess I can make a blog called “this is black culture” and post gang and crime records and that’s 100% okay. Or “this is Muslim culture” and make it all about terrorism.
But wait, you cry. Not all black people are criminals and not all Muslims are terrorists. That’s unfair! And racist!
WELL GOLLY GEE DO YOU THINK SO? Because saying that all white people are responsible for the Atlantic slave trade sounds pretty racist to me, given that, you know, that was between the African slaveholders and the British and Americans and had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with my ancestors, who were incredibly poor farmers and serfs from Ireland and Lithuania who had to flee to America at around the turn of the century (by which time slavery had already been abolished in the US) because they were being treated like slaves. Even if they had been living in America at the time when slavery was legal they wouldn’t have been able to afford a slave; in fact they probably would have been working with them in the fields and treated about the same, since the first slaves in America were actually white serfs. But please, tell me more about how dirty my hands are because of circumstances surrounding my birth that I could not control and continue to treat me differently based on the color of my skin without actually knowing anything about my heritage, I’m sure that isn’t racist at all!
Normally I don’t reblog this shit, but I’mma make an exception here.
Unfollow button’s at the top right, y’all.
I want this fucking post to die
Like I see all this stupid white tears bullshit as comments.. I mean seriously fucking stop with this post OMG
smidgetz asked: give me the strength to finish my weave
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I just read this prayer THRICE.
i am so done with black people.
Curvellas preaching that gospel. She is so blessed.
That half-hearted struggle to stop your relatives from giving you money.
“No no, really no, I won’t take it, please no…okay thanks.”
I love when a guy that I’m interested in describes what he wants to do with me and to me.
In explicit detail.
Wut. Lock myself in my room and eat these in sorrow
Beyond winking at someone in a text, I have no idea how to use a semicolon.
me neither; I think I was absent in school when they taught that
Semi colon separates two phrases that could stand alone as a sentence.
I really like to wear black; however, I have on red today.
Sentence 1: I really like to wear black
Sentence 2: I have on red today.