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Start reblogging the money blessings post…

If you haven’t already done it…. Go hit that reblog button. Do what you have to, just do that too.

Like seriously. Just find one and reblog it real quick. I post a couple yesterday and put into the universe that I actually wanted it

Only been at work for a couple and I get this at as a tip! (tips ain’t normal at ALL in here)

Come on now!!

Let it work for y’all too

theunmarkedjournal

YALL!! THERE HAS BEEN AN INCREASE!! (I don’t know how your bank account is set up, but $55 dollars in tips counts as a blessing over here!)

*sending out money blessing vibes to y’all*

theunmarkedjournal

Counting my blessing and they total up to $60 today. (Got another $5 tip not too long ago)

Today was good. Im trying to maintain this same energy all this week to see what will come of it

majaminxx22

I don’t care, I ain’t playin. Imma need one of these damn thangs to work, now.

glitterboywednesday

I might as well not reblogging aint gone put money in my pocket

theunmarkedjournal

Let the universe know what you want

blastoise19

I only been working for a week. These are my tips. $96 all in 1s.

vontesnapped

$Vonte2202 in case anybody feeling generous🤷🏽‍♂️

ahdorablepsycho

I got so much unexpected money in the last few days, passing those blessings along ❇️

piratesunnyswiss

I could really use this

kimreesesdaughter

S/O to everyone looking for a job or a better paying job!

It’s coming fam! That job that will help with that rent, car note and tuition 🙌🏾 It’s on the way.

Sending good vibes✨

theblvckcool

alternativeemilk

shewiththepenthatwrites

An Open Letter To The Black Kings I'm Afraid of Losing 👑

Something on my mind & heart, had to release it..

There’s a chip on your shoulder from the day you’ve born into the world, I understand. It doesn’t stem from just your past, the present or the uncertainty that is your future but a combination of all of the above. They like to refer to it as ancient history when it isn’t far enough away because you can still see the grief in your great grandmothers eyes when you ask her about your family tree.. how many siblings did she have and how come she will only name off her mother’s children? It’s still so close you can hear you the sound of your grandfather’s heart pumping too fast as his anger took over that one time you called your little brother nigga in his presence. You’ll remember the look in his eye forever because he looked at you like you had broken his heart and killed all of his dreams. You are told the chip doesn’t exist, that you’re making it up to play the victim role yet they don’t know how the oppression you try to ignore feels beating down your neck every day you hear the phrase ‘make America great again”. Or you walk into department store only to be followed around like criminal. For that I am sorry, brother you aren’t imagining things. They’ll never understand the agony and frustration that runs through your veins knowing that you are as unprotected in this world as a newborn baby without a loved one to hear it’s cry. How helpless you feel as they instruct you to follow the rules and laws that were made for them, by them in the country that is just as rightfully yours as theirs no matter how they try to rewrite history. Your world, your country.. the land of the free but built on the back of slave will forever belong to you. The broken backs from exhaustion of field picking, the black bodies that line the ocean floor thrown overboard on the journey no one wanted to take, and millions of men just like you who were beaten, hung, and shot down weren’t taken as sacrifice but were stolen from our families, from our lives. My brothers, my kings.. your reparations are the justice and peace you only want but they won’t give. We, us, your sisters are always there for you to give all the strength,love and warmth you can bare as you carry the burden that world as placed on your shoulders because of the color of your skin. Our shoulders are forever here for you to lean on and cry if you will. Our hearts are continuously open to hear your pleads as you bear the emotions you aren’t allowed to have out in the world because they will be seen as weaknesses… something you can’t have even in a time of need. Brothers dripped in melanin gold, so regal the world can’t handle your royalness. Your sisters value you in all the ways, how you find strength in the words of Malcolm X & Marcus Garvey yet and still can be so free spirited to appreciate the comedic genius of Martin & Fresh Prince at the same damn time. The words I appreciate you, I care for you will never amount up to love that your sisters have you for. There’s no right way to end this letter, it just doesn’t feel right so we’ll just leave it open always… just like our arms for you.

With love, signed your sisters who love you forever ❤

girlsluvbeyonce

prideprejudce

MONEYBAGSHFHHJHS

eraemx

As someone that has grown up surrounded by beaches and done surf life saving, I know how the sea works. Lots of people dont. Every summer multiple tourists die here because they don’t respect the sea, if you’re going to the coast, here’s a thing I saw on Facebook.

i-amneveralone-deactivated20201

wow.

robotsandfrippary

reblogging for all of us that grew up in land locked states, then visit the ocean and are used to just plunging into a lake.

ashermajestywishes

What a time to be black and part of fandom culture

ashermajestywishes

What did I miss?

misskorya

ashermajestywishes

Thanks! That was an unforgivable omission.

ashermajestywishes

st3vi3charl3s

This just keeps getting better

ashermajestywishes

Btw: You don’t have to be black to reblog this. You can signal boost. Please tag signal boost.

knitmeapony

codeblurascension

prince-of-legba

Here you go.

prince-of-legba

Bringing this back for Black History Month 2k19

ashermajestywishes

I’m falling for The Passage.

ashermajestywishes

So many beautiful black faces. It is a blessing

ashermajestywishes

And very blessed

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wakandamama

groundhogfancy

Indeed.

pocmemes

uterusperson

Things I’ve learned being homeless for three months

· things like salt and butter become luxuries

· without an adress, it’s very hard to get your life in order

· toilet paper $6, bread $2, canned beans $2. $10 is one week of living off of bread with beans and being able to go to the bathroom.

· just to apply for unemployment and/or disability is an entire day job.

· the system is set up against you

· you suddenly understand all the hobos on the streets, and you would give them money if you had any

· people will humiliate you, look down on you, hurt you and offend you, just because of your living situation.

· you realize that a lot more people than you think are homeless

· homeless does not mean uneducated

· homeless does not mean dysfunctional, sick, or incapable

· There are homeless people everywhere. You can’t see on someone that they’re homeless; they can still attend college, drive a car and dress nice. Most of us look like you, and many of us have degrees and jobs.