good thing i dont care

My name is Love, I'm 18, and from Boston. I am black and ready for a snack.

[postingwhileblack]

Never stop fighting for your rights.

[itsbetterthananal]

when did we even first discover the concept of glasses

like was an egyptian pharaoh walking around in his jewel room and put two crystals up to his eyes and was like YOOOOOOOOOOOO NEITHHOTEP COME LOOK AT THIS

[robynfentygifs]

[n0kiv]

College be like

Housing: $2,980 Meal plan: $1,457 Books: $1,429 Enrollment: $983 Air: $3,274 Grass: $4,284 Sidewalk: $5,284 The sun: $3,381

[vavavante]

FASFA BE LIKE : $14.78

[mazzystardust]

Dolce & Gabbana SS07

[greelin]

never and i mean absolutely never let anyone tell u that u can’t go in a bouncy castle

there is a u in bouncy 

and there’s gonna be a u in that castle

[bricesander]

[prayforprada-deactivated2019091]

JJAAACCCCCCKKKKK

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[thepressure]

[teenmombooger]

[jenamaroney]

me when i become a parent

[cabernetsauvigmom]

Y’all talk about eatin ass and flossing with butthole hair and everything’s Gucci but I say the penguins are cute and y’all have a few strokes

[benatar]

[niall-horan]

something about louis and zayns duet in dfwyb just geTS ME GOOD

[slutstain]

when books make you cry like fuck you book you’re a stack of paper

[harrystylesdildo-deactivated201]

AU in which Harry and Zayn become fathers together. They move into a home together to finally become the family they always wanted to be. But then Harry murders Zayn because he falls for Niall. Zayn’s dear friend Janet Jackson visits his grave the same day Niall proposes to marry Harry at the America Music Awards.

[frankoceanfanclub]

Find God

[pussydeity-deactivated20151212]

LMFAO

[ethiopienne]

Dear Non-American Black, when you make the choice to come to America, you become black. Stop arguing. Stop saying I’m Jamaican or I’m Ghanaian. America doesn’t care.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah (via ethiopienne)

[andoutcamethewolf]

[h-a-r-l-e-e-deactivated20181127]

[femaleazizi]

I’m Madison Montgomery. I make seven million dollars a picture. I have two Teen Choice Awards. My mother put me to work ever since I could talk. I hated it. The last time I saw her, she snorted half my coke and then let the cops bust me for it. I am a millennial. Generation Y; born between the birth of AIDS and 9/11, give or take. They call us the global generation. We are known for our entitlement and narcissism. But it seems our one defining trait is a numbness to the world. An indifference to suffering. And that’s the rub of all this, isn’t it? I can’t feel shit. I can’t feel anything. We think that pain is the worst feeling. It isn’t. How could anything be worse than this eternal silence inside of me. I used to not eat for days, or eat like crazy then stick my fingers down my throat. Now no matter how much I binge I can’t fill this hole inside me. I can’t take it anymore. I think I’m going batshit.