brushing off the dust
Music Player Code

manda:

unrisked:

raining-goodbyes:

unusualize:

best thing I’ve ever read

me too.

wow

it took me a while to realize this is what i needed to do

congestioned:

advice about starting highschool

  • watch high school musical a lot its exactly like that

fearsomebeardsome:

Me: So how do you fashion your moustache to get it like that?

Dan: I just use a little school glue in the morning before I leave the house.  I tried using moustache wax but glue seems to be the only thing that works. 

hybridchic:

INTERVIEW: THE STUDIO MUSEUM HARLEM

The artistic cultural production and cultural theory that is Afrofuturism has long used the fantastical and Science Fiction elements of robotics and aliens, to solve the inequality of colonialism by transcending the social limitations of Black Diasporic life in Western society. Although appearing cosmically perfect,  it cannot be denied that Afrofuturism’s history is far from utopic: the trauma of the African transatlantic slave trade, W.E.B Du Bois’ emphatic theory of double-consciousness, Zora Neale Hurston’s iconic folklore depicting humor amidst trauma, Sun Ra’s militant blaxploitation music and imagery, Octavia Butler’s equivocal writings on outsider aesthetics, and lets not forget thesouthernplayalisticcadillacfunkymusic of OutKast. Resilient, AfroFuturists have owned, analyzed, deconstructed, and re-coded their joy and pain, and those of their ancestors, to re-imagine the African Diasporian future—free  from Western social stigmas.

For decades, Afrofuturism was publicly linked to literature and music; and yet recently, a courtship has begun with fine art. On November 14th The Studio Museum in Harlem took the helm and debuted its Afrofuturist exhibition, “The Shadows Took Shape.” We at Saint Heron are no strangers to Afrofuturism as emerging and Saint Heron featured artists, Kelela, BCKingdom, Sampha, have strains of Afrofuturist aesthetics coded within their work, so it was a pleasure to speak with the curators, Naima J. Smith and Zoe Whitley, on Afrofuturist activism, the theme of flight throughout African American history, and accidental Afrofuturists. Set amidst the backdrop of a sensitive and rich history, like a griot “The Shadows Took Shape exhibition and the Saint Heron interview navigates through rough terrain to tell an ever-evolving  story of a new Black frontier.

READ THE FULL INTERVIEW AT SAINTHERON.COM

Photo: Robert Pruitt, “Untitled 3″

claricestarlings:

al-the-stuff-i-like:

dichotomization:

Devil’s Tramping Ground a wooded section of Chatham County, North Carolina. A forty foot in diameter circle, can be found there. Any objects that appear in the circle will mysteriously disappear or get moved from within the circle. No wildlife, vegetation, or inanimate objects can be found in the circle known as the Devil’s Tramping Ground. This phenomenon was first discovered in the early 1800s and is believed that Satan paces around this circle and ponders about ways to undo mankind..

boy scout troups have tried camping on it, and woken up in their tents a few miles away. Some guys tried to stay up all night in a tent on the spot, and later reported that a soft, soothing melodic voice lulled them to sleep and they too woke up a few miles away

shanieomaniac:

theweniswarmer:

Hello there! This is a post about something that I just really need to get off my chest!!

Yes, these pictures are me. No, they are not edited at all - this is just me.

I am 15 years old, 5’1”, and I weigh 83lbs.

I am not anorexic, nor do I have any other sort of eating disorder or condition that causes me to be this skinny. I eat like a pig, and most everything I eat is fattening and full of calories.

Now, here’s my point:

Please, please, please, PLEASE. Stop. Shaming. Skinny. People.

Look, I understand and love every post I see supporting bigger people (trust me, I think a little chub is super attractive!) but it’s when I see comments like "Skinny people have it easy" or "Skinny girls don’t get bullied"  That’s when I have a problem.

I am asked almost every. Fucking. Day. If I eat. I understand the concern, but can we please let go of the assumption that every skinny person ever has an eating disorder?

Also, the whole, “Skinny girls aren’t beautiful! They’re all fake and plastic!”

That really hurts. A lot.

So, can we please spread a little awareness about this? Thanks!

The lack of notes on this is disturbing

likeafieldmouse:

Cy Twombly - Scenes from an Ideal Marriage (1986) - Acrylic and pencil on paper

cookienun:

billyelliotshipper:

thisblogmustbedestroyed:

via Reddit

why is britaIN FRIED EGG? LIKE I’VE NEVER WOKEN UP IN THE MORNING AND THOUGH YES IMMA HAVE ME SOME EGGY FOOD THANK GOD ITS MY COUNTRIES NATIONAL DELICACY. OUR DISH IS FISH AND FUCKING CHIPS OR YORKSHIRE PUDDING OR CORNISH PASTY OR FRIE UPS NOT FUCKING EGG. LIEK EVERYTHING ELSE IN THIS PICTUE IS JUST LIKE RLLY STEORTYPICAL AND THEN ITS BRITIAN AND THAT FUCKING SHITTY PLASTIC EGG. egg unfucking belivable

are you okay

March 4, 2013
I was unpacking when I heard you walk in. I had on light pink lipstick that I found at the bottom of a box. You put a few things on the counter and handed me my car keys. I kissed you and asked if you could help me move the bed. You said you needed to talk. I keep replaying this over and over in my mind. I don’t think I’ll be able to unpack the rest of our boxes.

April 4, 2013
It’s been a month since you left.
Mark says you’re not coming back.
I can’t sleep.
Are you awake?

May 4, 2013
I finally went to the doctor like you had begged me to.
You were right and yeah, I’ll be fine.

June 4, 2013
I sold my engagement ring at a pawn shop today. I bought expensive lipstick and flowers. I also bought a lot of beer and a carton of cigarettes. I’ve lost a lot weight since you last saw me. My friends from high school that I haven’t seen in years hardly recognize me. It’s weird being back in this town without you. I spend most of my afternoons at the beach. I saw a sea turtle today while I was swimming. I miss eating breakfast food at midnight with you.

July 4, 2013
I stumbled across the video of you in the car singing Taylor Swift. I deleted it before it played all the way through but I have to admit it made me laugh. I can’t remember how your voice sounds saying my name. I broke down and called you. Thank you for not answering.

August 4, 2013
I dropped my cigarette in my lap when you drove past me today.

September 4, 1012
I went on a date.
He thinks Bud Light is “quality beer”.
It just isn’t going to work out.

October 4, 2013
It doesn’t hurt anymore to say your name.

November 4, 2013
Hope you’re doing well.

December 12, 2013
Thank you for setting me free.

- These short letters are straight from my notebook, unedited and carelessly written in extremely unattractive cursive. -d.a.h (via heathenliving)