Reblogged from black--lamb
white ppl can eat my ass tbh
this whole vine page is full of try hard humor its full of jokes for people who dont know how socialize properly
this is truly like the hardest ive seen anyone try to pull out a laugh. the whole page is extra dry.
I wish people who aren’t funny would realize that
that’s really how they feel about us though.
and white folks ask why we don’t like them
The time and effort White folk have put into hating Black folk just baffles me. White folk don’t have anything else to do? Read? Knit? Play with their kids? Take a nap? Watch Netflix? Anything???
Reblogged from youngblackandvegan
Reblogged from theinnocentwoman
You know what the problem is? The problem is that I’m allowing other people’s idea of my dream trickle into my consciousness. My dream is like cement undried. It will not influence or disrupt itself. It already has a sort of DNA that tells it what to do. It’s only task is to solidify and become permanent. But until cement dries it is impressionable. It can be moved by outside force. It can be reshaped by the paw prints of stray kittens. It can be scarred by stick-etched obscenities authored by annoying children. That’s what the problem is. Because it is still unclear how Emerald wants her life to solidify, there are foot and finger prints all over it that do not belong to me. That’s troublesome because it goes against everything that brought me here to you. I cannot be afraid of risks. I must be confident in my decisions. I’m building a brand and a business. I’m the boss. I’m paving this cement on my own.