(Source: boykitty, via youngxaurora)
been listening to hip hop all my life. i aint never blown shit up.
(via curvellas)
I just sliced my finger open on a broken glass cup. Like I sliced my shit up. I saw a nerve, I think. Now I’m bleeding profusely from my finger and two places on my leg because the glass flew all over the place.
I’m not even worried about my injuries; I’m more concerned about how I’m going to explain to my mom I broke her cup. Shit.
“I don’t want to ignore my Blackness. I just want to get to the point where my racial identity is simply a part of what makes me unique in the way being from the Bronx makes me unique, or being an Aquarius, or being born in 1977 and having hip-hop be a part of my heartbeat.”
- Kerry Washington Essence Magazine 2010
(via nubian-beginnings)
I’m trading in my iPhone 3GS for the 5 today.
Started from the bottom now we here.
My mother is also getting an iPhone 5. Her previous phone was some shit with a non QWERTY keyboard and she doesn’t even use T9.
Started from the bottom now my whole team fucking here.
Nothing says unconditional love like telling your mother’s boyfriend he can get stabbed if he ever gets it fucked up.
Kitchen knife or switch blade, get it how you live homeboy.
