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americanprophet

if you haven’t seen john boyega’s impression of pinocchio you haven’t lived

hikergirl

artichokethecat

I would watch the entire series remade

amey-winehouse

I need this tv series

theklr

It was called Living Single, before they gentrified it.

jeffuhz

☝🏽 Facts.

crissle

letters to the read

Hey y'all,

I’m writing in regards to the dickhead in last week’s letter who didn’t know how to cope with his boyfriend being bipolar after finding his medication. I am a 23-year-old black woman with bipolar, and although that letter was not towards me, your ignorance cut deep and made me tear up. So on behalf of every bipolar person you indirectly offended, I have some words for you and all you other hoes who have the same mentality.

Being bipolar is a difficult, bumpy journey that you can’t even begin to empathize with in your wildest dreams. ON TOP of all the bullshit we have to grapple with, we also have to deal with the monster of a stigma that is attached to the “bipolar” label. The only contact that most people have with bipolar is through the exaggerated stereotypes on TV or in movies. I see celebrities and others get called “bipolar” whenever they’re acting an ass or emotionally all over the place, as if it’s an insult. We have to battle with our condition and what people think of it.

With that being said: Whenever I meet someone I like, I keep my business to myself because the thought of someone rejecting me because of it scares me. I won’t open myself up with that information until I’m about 3-4 months into a relationship, because I need to know for sure that I can trust someone in it for the long haul. But a month or less? Hell no. Your entitled ass breached a deep sense of privacy, and then have the NERVE to second guess someone who is TAKING MEDICATION to keep his illness under control?

Crissle and Kid Fury told you to hold on to that information until he opens up to you. With all due respect, fuck that. You need to own up to your fuck shit and let your boyfriend know how you breached your privacy, and how you feel about his illness being a problem, and let the ball be in his court. It’s people like YOU who make us hesitant to open up about something that is a critical part of our lives.

I know your desperate ass wants to get married, and you just fucked it up with a flawed, yet perfect man because you’re more concerned with checking boxes off your list than getting to know the nuances of a great person. So, a hearty fuck you to you and every ignorant jackass who reduces our condition to a “problem.”

Thanks, Maya