@blarrkelly look! These babies are getting closer and closer to meeting some potential buyers!

@blarrkelly look! These babies are getting closer and closer to meeting some potential buyers!


Ah yes, the great white American

Ah yes, the great white American

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in3ffable-lib3rty:

black—lamb:

cute-pubes:

As I was sitting in the back of the police car, I remembered the countless times my father came home frustrated or humiliated by the cops when he had done nothing wrong. I felt his shame, his anger, and my own feelings of frustration for existing in a world where I have allowed myself to believe that “authority figures” could control my BEING… my ability to BE!
Danièle’s husband, Brian Lucas, who is white, says he believes they were targeted because they are an interracial couple.
Read more here

black privilege….

they literally saw a black woman kissing a white man and ASSUMED SHE WAS A PROSTITUTE. and then they said they were married AND THE COPS FUCKING ASKED FOR ID???? what the fuck? what the fuck? and she said no AND WAS ARRESTED? they need to be fired but God knows that’s not going to happen. LISTEN: she’s an actress. this happened to a producer. even fucking Oprah. no matter what you accomplish as a black person, you are still black and people don’t think their rights apply to you despite the constitution it’s really scaryit’s really infuriatingit’s really exhausting


…..this makes me feel aggressive and hateful

in3ffable-lib3rty:

black—lamb:

cute-pubes:

As I was sitting in the back of the police car, I remembered the countless times my father came home frustrated or humiliated by the cops when he had done nothing wrong. I felt his shame, his anger, and my own feelings of frustration for existing in a world where I have allowed myself to believe that “authority figures” could control my BEING… my ability to BE!

Danièle’s husband, Brian Lucas, who is white, says he believes they were targeted because they are an interracial couple.

Read more here

black privilege….

they literally saw a black woman kissing a white man and ASSUMED SHE WAS A PROSTITUTE. and then they said they were married AND THE COPS FUCKING ASKED FOR ID???? what the fuck? what the fuck? and she said no AND WAS ARRESTED? they need to be fired but God knows that’s not going to happen. LISTEN: she’s an actress. this happened to a producer. even fucking Oprah. no matter what you accomplish as a black person, you are still black and people don’t think their rights apply to you despite the constitution
it’s really scary
it’s really infuriating
it’s really exhausting

…..this makes me feel aggressive and hateful

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IM TRYING HERE. I’m trying to figure out the healthiest, most efficient way to buy and make foooood for the week. Sometimes I feel like all I do is buy food and cook. #gottaeat 🐷

IM TRYING HERE. I’m trying to figure out the healthiest, most efficient way to buy and make foooood for the week. Sometimes I feel like all I do is buy food and cook. #gottaeat 🐷


Finally picked back up the daunting and headache inducing task of creating new scents. I’ve got some good onesss.

Finally picked back up the daunting and headache inducing task of creating new scents. I’ve got some good onesss.


A beautiful feeling, when someone tells you “I wish I knew you earlier”.

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why I love fall (its not PSL, sweaters, or boots)

It always creeps up on me, while I’m washing my shorts, preparing myself for another blistering week of 100% humidity. Telling myself, “I’m getting used to this. No AC in my car is training me for Africa, or South America.”

And all at once, we wake up cold, and put our clothes back on. I haven’t checked the weather in days. All at once, its 59 degrees. 

Autumn rushes into my bones, into my nostrils, up my spinal cord. I start to smell things that I haven’t smelled since I’ve been happy. I guess it was about this time, last year. The smells don’t make me sad. Its not that I miss them. I just remember them well. My house, a new house, is registering in my thalamus, trace amounts of old smells, dingy, party weeks, smoking inside, bongs on the mattress, week old Sonic cups. And I just cleaned. 

The truth must be, that these smells don’t exist. These smells didn’t time travel to 5 years later, to now. Fall means holding on, and hoping. Hoping all that is good can make it through another winter. That your body can stand it. Its the last of the good, the tolerable, the comfort. It is a transition season, it is the very end.

So I’m hyper aware. I rip off my skin and allow myself to drink in every sensation with all of my senses. In 2 months, I’ll never want to leave my warm cocoon. I love being outside. The air doesn’t sting yet, my nose isn’t dripping, my muscles are okay. Its just hard nipples, hot tea on the porch, and being so content in this very moment. Enjoying it while it lasts. This is why when 59 degrees slaps me in the face, mid September, my mind regurgitates so many smells, and feelings of hope. Every Fall, I actively drink it all in. I soak up every detail. Every Fall I prepare a scrapbook of smells, sights, feelings, all sensations, desires, fears. Then, the next year, like a prompt timer, my mind digs out the memories. Its working.


Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)

Sotruesotruesotrue. It puts a big nostalgic smile on my brain every time . 

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I don’t want to be
the other half of your soul.
I want to be the one
who reminds you
that you’re already whole.