phloeticexpressions:

Say Hello to TV’s Youngest Daytime Talk Show Host in History, Keke Palmer

GAHDAMN BLACK EXCELLENCE!!!!

kaia-on-firee:

i love warm weather but I hate bugs ya dig

kendrug:

dont tell me how to live my life

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blackfashion:

Anjie, 18, NYC.

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Michaela DePrince 

chidorito:

have you ever read a fic and your favorite character said something SO OOC THAT U LITERALLY HAD TO PAUSE AND TAKE A MOMENT

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werewolfau:

saga is so important

blackfashion:

Sasha,25, UK

Sweatshirt-Topshop Necklace-H&M

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Anonymous:

Here in Virginia Beach you don't experience racism if your new black.

lordbape:

"because i’m haaaaapppppyyyyyYYYEEEEEEAAAHHWHITEPEOPLEPLEASEACCEPTME"

namingoflights:

blackgirlnerds:

pawntakesqueen:

Belle featurette from Fox Searchlight Pictures

AHH! CanNOT wait for this to come out!!

Holy crap, I didn’t realize that in addition to its awesome subject matter, this film is also WRITTEN AND DIRECTED by Black women. I’m so excited for this.

You know what’s frustrating? When other students in your cohort use veiled “concern” and tone policing to break you down when you already feel like you’re drowning.

There are these two particular girls who consistently come up to me and ask if I’m “okay”. It usually comes out in the fake concern form of “Are you okay? You don’t look okay. You just always seem so stressed out and sad in your Facebook posts!”

This happens whether I’m sitting alone or with friends. 

My life, to them, is a public exhibition — a space they believe they can invade without my permission. And the fucked up thing is, each time they’ve done this, I’ve had to swallow my pride and a biting retort because the second I retaliate, I’m going to look like I’m the one in the wrong here. 

As a black woman, I cannot burn potential professional bridges; I just have to sit here and let them burn me both publicly and privately while I struggle with real issues and concerns that I know I don’t let seep into my personal or professional life.

This program feels so fucking juvenile and fucked up all of the gotdamn time. If I weren’t receiving a full scholarship and stipend to attend this school, there is no way in hell that I’d still be here.

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