this video is the blood that Pumps through my veins
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Janaina Medeiros

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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Kaledo Art
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Product Placement

Kiana Khansmith
i don't do bad sauce passes
Show & Tell
Jules of Nature
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Sade Olutola

JBB: An Artblog!
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@forbiddenskies
this video is the blood that Pumps through my veins
“I am not looking for the kind of love, that forces me to prove my worth”
Mandeq Ahmed (via goodreadss)
DJ Hex Kitten, Denver Colorado Shot by me
If this wasn’t your jam in 2004 you’re a fucking liar
The police walk in and you’re wearing the one on the left. When they tell you he’s dead you gasp daintily, excuse yourself for a moment, then come back in the one on the right.
Make a pact with yourself today to not be defined by your past.
Steve Maraboli (via minuty)
He uses me - uses all of me so I am lit and glowing with love like a fire, and this is all I looked for all my life…
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals; p. 362 (via quotablewomen)
Daughters of the Dust dir. Julie Dash (1991)
Everyone. This was the first film directed by an African-American woman to get a general release in the United States. It’s notoriously hard to find and criminally underseen and it is now streaming of Netflix, as of today, 6/14/17. Please please please go watch it.
Turn Offset into a meme please
Daswan
“Daswan” 😂😂😂😂😂
Daswan. I can’t. I won’t.
@imperially
DASWAN I’M DECEASED
When someone won’t let you in, eventually you stop knocking.
Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children (via books-n-quotes)
Not to vent but: fuck