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where my sleepy girls at
the CIA going thru my messages: damn this dumb bitch gets left on read all the time lmfao
online millennial: did you see that clapback McDonald did on twitter today?
other online millennial: yes, it was cool
both online millennial, in unison: today we will eat at McDonald
when you fake sick and everyones like “yeah you look really terrible”
I guess I’ll just eat my own ass
can’t relate
To what
i just can’t relate
i was havin a great time until i remembered that i was ugly
The bottom line is this: You write in order to change the world, knowing perfectly well that you probably can’t, but also knowing that literature is indispensable to the world. The world changes according to the way people see it, and if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way people look at reality, then you can change it…If there is no moral question, there is no reason to write. I’m an old-fashioned writer and, despite the odds, I want to change the world
James Baldwin (via afrohijab)
Using Tumblr is like renting an apartment and continually asking the landlord to fix the heating, but instead the landlord repaints your living room walls every month.
And you’re like “But I liked the off-white, it went well with my furniture!” but the landlord insists that the hot pink is exactly what the place needs. And the moment you get used to the pink walls and bought things to match them, the landlord comes and paints the room forest green.
Meanwhile, the heating still doesn’t work.
a woman: hi, how are you?
a man: hm. see I wouldn’t have phrased it exactly like that. I might have said “hello” or perhaps “salutations.” but the way you said it is cute though.