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Leopard booties with my baby blue denims 😏
Apr 19, 2014

Leopard booties with my baby blue denims 😏

So let’s accept the past and move forward.
Apr 19, 2014

So let’s accept the past and move forward.

fashionfever:

 
Apr 16, 2014 / 31,045 notes
She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via nyu-tah)

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Apr 16, 2014 / 7,611 notes
Apr 16, 2014

Letting Go

Getting better at this letting it go thing … If it’s yours it will come back if not you know to move forward. Have to be smart more than vulnerable at first give it time and patience…not gonna lie while waiting the anxiety frustrates and kills me but once I find emotional balance the pieces fall right in place. I mislead people to thinking I’m simple but I’m not I’m a lifetime puzzle full of surprises, why am I this way because I was made this way all I have to do is trust and believe in my good intentions, the rest will follow.

Apr 16, 2014 / 58,542 notes

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Apr 16, 2014 / 20 notes

Erykah Badu: Fall in Love (funeral) #wcw

artsy:

“The light is so intense and bright that it modifies the colors throughout the day…while the horizon line blends into a white plane where the sun bounces and never sets.”—Andrea Juan
Apr 16, 2014 / 687 notes

artsy:

“The light is so intense and bright that it modifies the colors throughout the day…while the horizon line blends into a white plane where the sun bounces and never sets.”—Andrea Juan

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Apr 16, 2014

Woke Up in a Hustler’s State of Mind

Uhh, it’s the ten crack commandments What, uhh, uhh
Nigga can’t tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh Can’t tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed To my hustlin niggaz Niggaz on the corner I ain’t forget you niggaz
My triple beam niggaz, word up

I been in this game for years, it made me a animal It’s rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual A step by step booklet for you to get
your game on track, not your wig pushed back

Rule nombre uno: never let no one know how much, dough you hold, cause you know The cheddar breed jealousy ‘specially if that man fucked up, get your ass stuck up

Number two: never let em know your next move Don’t you know Bad Boys move in silence or violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips

Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms’ll set that ass up, properly gassed up Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck she be layin in the bushes to light that ass up

Number four: know you heard this before Never get high, on your own supply

Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at I don’t care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce

Number six: that god damn credit, dead it You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it

Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely separated Money and blood don’t mix like two dicks and no bitch Find yourself in serious shit

Number eight: never keep no weight on you Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too

Number nine: shoulda been number one to me If you ain’t gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)
If niggaz think you snitchin ain’t tryin listen They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin

Number ten: a strong word called consignment Strictly for live men, not for freshmen If you ain’t got the clientele say hell no Cause they gone want they money rain sleet hail snow

Follow these rules you’ll have mad bread to break up If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass Your girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
she sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up Gotta go gotta go, more pasta bake up, word up, uhh

Crack king, Frank Blizzard
Uhh

These are lyrics from a B.I.G rap. Please take the principles and don’t take this literal.

R.I.P Biggie

Apr 16, 2014 / 143 notes
Apr 15, 2014

CATFISH.

Just let me know if you’re real.

janellechique:

Ode to my “BoyFriend Jeans”

You have been here for me…even through all my boyfriends.

The way you hold me right, not to tight. 

But not to loose, you look good with any shoes.

You hang on to my hips, with out crushing my va-jay-jay lips.

Jeans you are my everything.

On a rainy day or a sunny day you make my DAY!

"Snaps, Snaps, Snaps" lol
Apr 15, 2014 / 4 notes

janellechique:

Ode to my “BoyFriend Jeans”

You have been here for me…even through all my boyfriends.

The way you hold me right, not to tight.

But not to loose, you look good with any shoes.

You hang on to my hips, with out crushing my va-jay-jay lips.

Jeans you are my everything.

On a rainy day or a sunny day you make my DAY!

"Snaps, Snaps, Snaps" lol

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cocainecurls:

MINE
Apr 15, 2014 / 3,326 notes
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papermagazine:

LGBTQuties: Beth Ditto | April 2010 | Beautiful People Issue Cover Girl | Photographed by Dan Monick #historymonth"I said to my teacher, ‘I can’t be a singer because I’m not pretty enough, and I’m fat.’ And she looked at me and said, ‘Tell that to Nell Carter, babe.’ That changed my life forever!"
Apr 14, 2014 / 5,862 notes

papermagazine:

LGBTQuties: Beth Ditto | April 2010 | Beautiful People Issue Cover Girl | Photographed by Dan Monick #historymonth

"I said to my teacher, ‘I can’t be a singer because I’m not pretty enough, and I’m fat.’ And she looked at me and said, ‘Tell that to Nell Carter, babe.’ That changed my life forever!"