February 2011
92 posts
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Inforrrr-muh!
Ya no si lga; kdjf;oa dj;ldfjadskjfkf sj ;iwej wehhhh.
A licky boom-boom now…
What does it even mean? What is it all for?
I need a nap.
January 2011
195 posts
Whatcha Thank 'Bout Me? →
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Parents + Technology = NAWL.
My mom has a new cell phone. Why she wanted one with a touchscreen, I can’t even begin to explain. With the new phone, she always answers then hangs up because she didn’t realize she ‘pushed’ the mute button. She doesn’t know how to click to call waiting, and she thinks I can tell her, when I live 1200 miles away. Never mind that I have a sibling that lives in the...
A Mother's Journey
fourprivetdrive:
A mother’s unconditional love. This is so heartbreaking :(
i dont know what to say. this is just so eye-opening.
no words.
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Crisis Perception.
Crisis to my boss: “We ran out of purple paper!”
“You wrote this in pen, and I usually write it in penCIL!”
Crisis to me: “My phone’s about to die, and I have less than two hours left here!”
*wallslide*
Why Is Doing The Right Thing So Hard?
thepo:
See my bank account this morning after bonus…
Remember that I’m going to pay off my credit card in 5 seconds…
Ugh to doing the right thing.
Everyday, B.
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Chicago.
I’m such a mess for punishment. You throw me around like a rag doll, and, much like the crumpled heat I am, I crawl back, determined to not get knocked down so easily. I have never had such a love/hate relationship with a city that I’ve visited less than 10 times more than you. Why do you treat me like you do?
When are we going to meet again, so you can break my heart?
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Conversations with the Homeless.
There are a bunch of guys on campus that hang out during certain times of the day. Like many of the others that pass them without even so much of a nod each day, I used to do the same.
Then, something happened.
I started feeling this overwhelming sense of guilt if I didn’t give these men, human beings quite like myself, eye contact at the very least. I resolved to do more, be more. Even...
Beyond Scared Straight, Ep. 3 Reactions
Another boy on a bike… This should be good.
6,540 men in one place… lawd.
We got one already tryna jump hoard. And his name’s Abraham?! Father Abraham is not pleased. Ol’ dummy.
He just admitted to dealing drugs on television.
Boomn hauer!!
Elijha… What is it with the criminals and these errant h’s put in their names?
My roommate has gotten in on...
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Hug Train.
Get on board.
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“If Sarah Palin were black, her daughter’s out of wedlock, “baby daddy drama”...”
– If Sarah Palin Were Black (via azspot)
Just goes to show how far Palin’s whiteness can take her. Zero intellect, two high school drop-outs, an unwed teen mother, a quitter of the one major job she had. Master of hateful coded language targeting opponents as not “real Americans”. Belongs to a church...
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Beyond Scared Straight, Ep. 2 Reactions
Why is this baby on a big wheel?
I did not just see Poetic Justice braids. I know that much.
The baby has primary shapes on his head. Aww.
They skipping in jail. They don’t know what goes on in these places?
He ain’t afraid of going to prison at all? Whatever happens happens? I bet he be crying.
So, a pound of weed and 5 grand makes you Butch and Sundance… *strokes...
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Watchsexandswishas:
they killed it!
WOW.
HuffPo Article →
kindredsmile:
Heartfelt, brilliant. Please read this. Yes, you. And comment and reblog with the same fervor we use to discuss Nutella and shiny things and GIFs of people falling and busting their shit. Thanks.
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Morning.
It’s slippery as heck, and I decided to be cheap and take the bus since I was up in time to do so. Cabs get expensive.
Snowflakes floating about thick as paste, I bundled up, thinking “man, it’s winter, and I’m a BAWSE. Ain’t no bishace snowflakes about to slow up my swag.”
I stepped outside, and immediately started sliding. Pushed on to the bus stop, through...
Wow.
After that letter, I’m in a DeBarge mood.
Not that I’m never NOT, but you know.
“…I like the way you comb your hair, and I like those stylish clothes you wear…”
I need to go to rehab. My mind cannot contain this.
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Day 2-- Your Crush
Hey there,
Your smile caught me first. Upon learning you were darn smart too, I signed up for whatever you were selling. On that summer day, the fireworks were in the sky, but also, inside my tummy. Backflips at the thought of you. Our encounters are short, yet sweet. I long for the day when I can look you in the eyes without turning into a puddle of mush. I can’t even remember your voice,...
