January 2012
“Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.”
—William Shakespeare (via misswallflower)
I hate, when I introduce things to my friends for their benefit or entertainment and then a few weeks later they turn right around to tell me about it, like I didn’t tell them about it first! Not even a “Was it you that told me about (insert random thing)?” but always a “Let me show you (insert same random thing)!”
fuckin people man
Friend: moe’s tonight?
ME: when?
Friend: sometime tonight???
Come on yo. I asked when meaning what time, what the fuck? I hate unnecessary sarcasm. Obviously tonight… Now I don’t even wanna be bothered.
ScHoolboy Q and I have the same birthday 10/26
U Know What's Up (feat. Lisa Lopes)
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Donell Jones feat. Left-Eye | U Know What’s Up
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come get your friends
So I’m walking in this snow for snacks and I see this three white girls running in the street. Tell me why two of them had on slide on flats and the other was barefoot. She was running bare foot in the slushy snow in the street.
They all said “Hey Bry! Come party with us…”
Nah, I’m good.
I didn't plan on watching Red Tails high
…but a real rude boy drove me
my sleeping schedule is all FUCKED up. I just want to sleeeeeeeeeep
Apophasis: allusion to something by denying that it will be mentioned
Alicia Gauvin
@hugoschwyzer Everyone has someone person who loves and cares for them. The negativity generated towards their loved one affects them too.
Hugo Schwyzer
@aliciagauvin by same token the fact I have a daughter shouldn’t immunize me against criticism. I’d never play that cheap sympathy card.15 hours ago via web
19 hours ago via webHugo Schwyzer
I’m grateful Heloise is still too young to be going online right now. Reflecting on how to prepare for the day she googles her dad.
Can we talk about how that is my best friend who tweeted the robot
MEGAUPLOAD IS DOWN, THE INTERNET HAS FALLEN. THEY ARE COMING.
“As a white person, I always saw the terms honky or cracker as proof of how much more potent white racism was than any variation practiced by the black or brown. When a group of people has little or no power over you, they don’t get to define the terms of your existence, they can’t limit your opportunities, and you needn’t worry much about the use of a slur to describe you, since, in all likelihood, the slur is as far as it’s going to go. What are they going to do next: deny you a bank loan? Yeah, right. So whereas “nigger” is a term used by whites to dehumanize blacks, to “put them in their place” if you will, the same cannot be said of honky; after all, you can’t put white people in their place when they own the place to begin with.”
—Tim Wise [via: Honky Wanna Cracker? Examining the Myth of “Reverse Racism”] 2002
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After 21 years
I got on the phone with my biological father today. And, I could’ve actually went another 21 years without speaking to him. It’s hard when you talk to people and they just don’t get it. No matter how much you try to explain, they just refuse to understand. The funniest thing though, is that I was never deprived of a father-daughter relationship, because I have the man that raised me, my dad, Drew. I wouldn’t trade him for ANYTHING. I can’t explain how much I love Drew. I can’t. I don’t know how many children would lay down their life for their parent(s); but I would ANYTHING who him, like thats how serious I am.
Either way, I spoke to him and he was still alluding to notion that he still wasn’t sure whether or not I was his daughter. He’s talking about getting a DNA test now and it’s like why? Especially when we tried to sort this shit out when I was 12 and HE DIDN’T SHOW UP. And I’m trying to be nice, because he’s pretty much dying of Cancer, but at this point, it’s like fuck that clowny ass nigga. He’s such a fucking joke, I can’t even- UGH. I’m pissed that I share a blood with such a clown.
With all that being said, I’m glad I did it. I tracked him down, spoke to him, didn’t rip his sorry ass up, and I wished him the best. I don’t harbor any anger toward him anymore. He also was asking me about my graduation and I had to fight actually saying
Nigga, you wasn’t with me studying in the Libs
“The family often used to ride with me to the Atlanta airport, and on our way, we always passed Funtown, a sort of miniature Disneyland with mechanical rides and that sort of thing. Yolanda would inevitably say, “I want to go to Funtown,” and I would always evade a direct reply. I really didn’t know how to explain to her why she couldn’t go. Then one day at home, she ran downstairs exclaiming that a TV commercial was urging people to come to Funtown. Then my wife and I had to sit down with her between us and try to explain it. I have won some applause as a speaker, but my tongue twisted and my speech stammered seeking to explain to my six-year-old daughter why the public invitation on television didn’t include her, and others like her. One of the most painful experiences I have ever faced was to see her tears when I told her that Funtown was closed to colored children, for I realized that at that moment the first dark cloud of inferiority had floated into her little mental sky…”
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Martin Luther King Jr., from his 1964 interview (published in 1965) with Playboy, wherein, according to interviewer Alex Haley
he spoke with heartfelt and often eloquent sincerity, his tone was one of businesslike detachment. And his mood, except for one or two flickering smiles of irony, was gravely serious…
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