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anneburrellshair

GOD HAS FINALLY COME TO SMITE THE DEVIL

dauthda-deactivated20160622

moved-to-naltorians-blog

gayassjana

I’m losing my SHIT

psiotechniqa

This is some magical shit

theshitopinionsofsomeasswipeblm

The sad thing is, I don’t know who’s the bigger idiot.

psiotechniqa

I would argue its the Kara person - because she doesn’t it. Mike is pointing out the obvious

lesbianatlarge

the obvious? what do you mean?

psiotechniqa

that she played ignorant, was treated accordingly, and that it was silly that she took offense over being deceptive about her understanding

lesbianatlarge

could you explain further? I’m not sure I understand your meaning

sailordathomir

I’ve never seen two murders in one post before.

mockingbirdie

do you ever just sit around and think I’m in my twenties.

elcilantro

baby3k-deactivated20131029

power stance

howwolf

I see your power stance and raise you

a majestic mermaid

fishyandclintbarton

“Your face makes my cervix gritty.”

fishyandclintbarton

And yes, its THAT Janey. I love her.

ottermatopoeia

FUCKING LEGEND

humansofnewyork

“We had a big discussion whether to raise him in Africa or move to the states. We both grew up in Ghana. But I got my PhD in West Virginia, so moving to America was an option. The job opportunities would certainly be better there. Both of us are professors, and you’d probably laugh if you knew what we got paid here. Healthcare would be better too. You don’t hear of people dying in America because they can’t find an open hospital bed. But despite these things, we decided to raise our son here. Because he’d never have to think about the color of his skin. We never have to explain what it means to be black. Or the rules of being black. One day in West Virginia I got an Amber Alert on my phone. All it said was: ‘tall black male.’ I was the only one in sight so I nearly panicked. Then another day I was walking back to my dormitory. I’d just finished teaching a course. Someone drove by in a red truck, threw a hamburger at my head, and called me the ‘N Word.’ It was 3 o’clock in the afternoon. I don’t want to explain that stuff to my child. It’s exhausting to be conscious of your skin all the time. You either become militant or you become defeated. And I understand why it happens, but extremes of anything aren’t good.” (Accra, Ghana)