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When everyone is roasting a sign but you’re laying low cause you know that’s your moon sign

femmequeens

Gucci Pre-Fall 2017 photographed by Glen Luchford

queenbeyduh

Black. Don’t. Crack. Period.

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joke: everyone is beautiful no one is ugly

woke: transform the cultural norms that don’t allow uglies to exist in peace

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“I am convinced there is only one way to eliminate these grave evils, namely through the establishment of a socialist economy, accompanied by an educational system which would be oriented toward social goals. In such an economy, the means of production are owned by society itself and are utilized in a planned fashion. A planned economy, which adjusts production to the needs of the community, would distribute the work to be done among all those able to work and would guarantee a livelihood to every man, woman, and child. The education of the individual, in addition to promoting his own innate abilities, would attempt to develop in him a sense of responsibility for his fellow-men in place of the glorification of power and success in our present society.” - Albert Einstein, Why Socialism?, 1949

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To fall in love is to individualize someone by the signs he bears or emits. It is to become sensitive to these signs, to undergo an apprenticeship to them (thus the slow individualization of Albertine in the group of young girls). It may be that friendship is nourished on observation and conversation, but love is born from and nourished on silent interpretation. The beloved appears as a sign, a “soul”; the beloved expresses a possible world unknown to us, implying, enveloping, imprisoning a world that must be deciphered, that is, interpreted. What is involved, here, is a plurality of worlds; the pluralism of love does not concern only the multiplicity of loved beings, but the multiplicity of souls or worlds in each of them. To love is to try to explicate, to develop these unknown worlds that remain enveloped within the beloved.

Gilles Deleuze, Proust and Signs (via champagnesocialists)

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surra-de-bunda

Reggae dancer Carlene “the Dancehall Queen” [Smith] is no longer just shaking her booty. The creator of the International dance craze “The Butterfly” is now endorsing a line of condoms called SLAM. The prophylactics, named for a hit song by Carlene’s former beau Beenie Man, are studded and lubricated for pleasure as well as for protection. But why is this Diva involved? “Men look at me as a sex symbol,” says Carlene. “And women look at me. So I thought it would be good for them to have me.” We’ll take three.

- Vibe Magazine (Nov 1997)