Black women are more than props and more than interchangeable stock images employed to convey a sassy reaction to a white star’s plotline. We experience love, grief, anger, frustration and joy just like everyone else. Except that, when expressing those emotions, black women are policed, caricatured, judged and dismissed.

We aren’t allowed to be situationally angry at the appropriate moments and have other emotions at other times: we are instead tasked with embodying a singular emotion (like anger) to the point of caricature. Humanity is a luxury routinely denied to black women both within media and outside it.

Love consists in this,
that two solitudes protect,
and touch, and greet each other.

Rainer Maria Rilke, “Letters to a Young Poet”  (via petrichour)

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susemoji:

where do these white dads come from

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classicrockboy:

makochantachibanana:

xeo-apple:


I went

to public school.

omfg

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i lost it after attempt 510 omfg

JESUS CHRIST I CANT BREATHE

SWISS FUCKING CHEESE GOD DAMMIT

MOTHERFUCKING TRIPLE SPIKES

NEVER NOT REBLOG

I CANT EVEN PLAY IT RIGHT SIDE UP

HIGH EDUCATION.

FUCKKKINGGG

BEST RAGE QUIT I’VE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

This is the video that introduced me to Achievement Hunter. And I have loved it ever since.

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casualblessings:

May you express a difficult truth and find yourself loved and accepted even more fully.

When people say ‘This is my baby,’ they don’t always mean a baby. Sometimes they mean a dog.

A Somali student, on what has surprised her most about the United States.  (via 33113)

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