Look at this pic ♥_♥
the moment when it all began.
Lol oh my gosh
For real though, his face says that was love at first sight!
lmao, wasn’t EVEN subtle.
laughing so dang hard.
My nigga Hov.. lmao
REBLOG FOREVER !!!
Glennon Doyle Melton’s Lessons from the Mental Hospital Ted Talk (via sixtysevenwords)
Malaika Firth - Backstage at Burberry Prorsum Fall 2014 RTW, photographed by Lea Colombo
I keep having to remind myself that it’s the lionesses that do the hunting and killing and get their faces soaked in blood I mean is there a more badass animal
the king of the jungle
in the second it’s like ‘maybe if I look away she’ll stop yelling at me’
I TOLD YO BITCH ASS TO PICK UP THE CUBS
jaythenerdkid (via escapedgoat)
"it’s a competition none of us agreed to" I want to give the author of this quote the hardest dap ever.
Condola Rashād and Orlando Bloom
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Their relationship seems to be running along nice and smoothly, once his divorced they will probably announce it.Keeping an eye on these two hehehe
Running along nice and smoothly? I haven’t heard anything about them in ages? Has there been anything new?
Yes he was suppose to host a special event in Feb 2014 but cancelled it then went and perform with Condola also i’ve heard that he has been spending a lot of time with Condola and her family,
Yes I did reblog this 6 times. Your lucky if this isn’t on your dash everyday.
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
Happy International Women’s Day
This is so beautiful. I almost cried.
This just touched me so deeply I can’t even.
Okay, I’m old as hell and I still really needed to read this.
A white man carries a black girl on his shoulders during a march with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Alabama, ca. 1965.
Hello, I really don’t know if you will get this but, I really need things that has been on my mind for a while (warning its going to be long). I just really need some advice when it comes to dating outside of my race. so, here I go… My name is Nia, I am 17 years old senior in high school, i got to a school with equally white and black but no and never had a boyfriend or first kiss before. ever since i was in elementary school Ive never been attracted to black guys at all Ive always see them as brothers instead of lovers. I always have crushes on white guys or non black guys almost all of my life but i always never had the courage to talk to them. when i was in middle school i got teased for being dark skin by my own race they would call me “darkie”,”kizzy” “darkness had arrived” and “shit face” it was sad that the black people would tease me about my skin color but white girls would compliment me saying my skin was beautiful, i looked like a goddess and wished they had my skin color. when i was in the 10th grade, I had a huge crush on this white guy he was very sweet and nice to me, he is the the popular crowd. I finally had the lady balls and confessed to him that i liked him,but sadly he friend zoned me one of his friends heard our conversation and told all of the other boys about my feelings for my crush then his friends started teasing me constantly. they would go on Facebook and message me acting like it was him, yell my name etc. It got to the point where my crush started ignoring me . months after i confessed to my crush he got a girlfriend who is white and shes very pretty too. they’ve been together since then. ever since that day, Ive been nervous to talk to white guys that i have a interest in and get to know them . fast forward to today, the black guys at my school tease me for liking white guys, they call me sellout, bed wench, Jezebel,white mans whore. the most ironic part about it is these black guys are dating girls outside of their race and would degrade, and talk about black girls like a dog saying “I want my kid to have good hair and light skin not look nappy headed monkey like black girl” “light is right” “i would never go to prom with a black girl” “white girls are classy and clean and black girls are loud and disgusting apes”, Anyway that’s my story, i deal with it almost everyday but i not going to lower my standards or settle i ignore their ignorant comments but it still hurts that i cant love someone outside of my race without getting degraded by my own kind!!!. my question is why is it that when black guys date other races its no problem but when a black girl does the same thing its a problem?. ps i need advice on talking to guys outside of my race. Thank you for your time :)
The only tip I have for talking to guys outside of your race is: Talk to them.
"but i’m not going to lower my standards or settle"
Let’s talk about that statement for a second.
So what this is saying to me is that you consider black men settling. I understand that you are upset because of how you’ve been treated. I’ve been there.But you are putting white people on a pedestal. The white guy that you liked handled that situation really poorly and other white guys in the future will do the same. So will men of other races. But you won’t view it the same way as you view black men. It is different because I will admit that they can be really intense when it comes to the bullying. You end up comparing black men against other men because they are coming at you hardcore calling you a white mans slut, saying black women are ugly, etc etc but all of the non-black men you are surrounded by aren’t treating you this way. So they are considered “better”.
Growing up it made me upset that I never saw black men being romantic to black women on tv ( unless they looked a certain way ) or the fact that most of the marriages in my family were loveless. Ive never seen my dad kiss my mother. most of the black women I knew were singles or had children with men who dogged them out. Or were in a “situation” with a guy who didn’t want to fully commit to them. OR the other 7 girls he was with.
Then you had on tv the non-black men marrying women. Being romantic. White couples in real life hugging and kissing. None of the non-black men were calling me white washed. Or throwing milk on me (yeah it got that real), or slapping me in the face because I ask them to stop grabbing my ass ( this also happened ). There was this girl I grew up with named Kristy who was always made fun of because she was really dark skinned. Her nick name was “Midnight” amongst the guys. She never dated until this white guy came out of nowhere and they started dating. In an all black neighborhood. At an all black school. He would hold her hand. Kiss her. “claim” her. Etc. The girls were mad because not only did this girl they made fun of all the time have a boyfriend who was openly into her but he was a white guy that was showing interest, making them feel some type of way. They are still together to this day ( this was legit like….more than 15 years ago ). But anyway, all of that plus other things combined made me think that If I want to be in a real, loving, romantic relationship then it can’t be with black men. Only men that weren’t black treated women that way. Black men did not.
This is not true. Even though it seems like it and that is problematic. You can date as many white men as you want. You can date 9 in a row. Til you are blue in the face. That’s fine. But don’t do it because you think they are all programmed to sweep women off of their feet. I will admit that the way, in my experience, black men have courted me as been very different from other men. But boy have men of all races been capable of being shitty.
You have to ask yourself why you feel so much better when men of other races find you attractive.
There’s a lot more to be said but I am just going to let the readers give input because there is a lot going on in this post. As far as that is concerned.
I shaved my head this weekend and I feel so free. When my hair was relaxed it was a little longer than breast length, but now I have a cut similar to Lupita's. Everyone has been so positive and supportive except my father. In his eyes, the only explanation as to why a girl would shave her head is that she is depressed or gay. Honestly, I might be both, but that has no effect on my hairstyle. Hair does not determine your sexuality or mentality and I have no idea how to get this across to my dad.
You won’t get the idea across to him. Ever. Unless he is open to accepting that. Until then he will be set in his own ways and will continue to feel that way. When I first cut my hair my dad was kinda weird about it but now that I have locs and some length all of a sudden its cool or whatever. However, I am glad that you do have a support system. Think of that. It really does suck that your father is saying all of those things but I’m glad its not everyone.
Men are weird about women with short hair. In the black community its an even bigger deal because they feel that once we cut it? that’s it. “Black womens hair grows slow” so that was your last shot at long hair and you chopped it off.They really took it upon themselves to let me know how ugly and “gay” I looked. You are awesome for doing what you want to do and not what other people think you should do. Not a lot of people do this. That rules. Whenever he says anything about your hair walk away. Don’t entertain it. Discuss it. What is there to say anymore? Its your hair.
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SHOUT OUT TO MY INBETWEENERS:
"You’re a black girl. You like indie music, you dress differently than your peers but you aren’t quite “Afro punk” enough. You watch anime, read graphic novels but you aren’t quite “nerdy” enough. You read Nylon mag, paper mag, etc and like what you see, but hate that you never see a brown face. Your taste is eclectic, your style is eclectic, and you can’t be put in a category. If you’ve ever wondered where you belong or what you are, I have the answer. You’re a LIONESS ".
GUSH ABOUT YOUR CRUSH!"
This is going to be a new permanent series on the blog. I hate that feeling when you really like someone but for some reason or another you just can’t tell anyone about it. I remember when I told my friends about this boy I liked when I was in middle school and they gave me a hard time about it because he was white. I just wished I had friends I could gush about these crushes with who wouldn’t judge me and would just allow me to just get it all out. I’m giving you all the opportunity to do that. No advice will be given (unless you ask). Just allowing y’all to vent, gush, whatever. It doesn’t even have to be serious. Could be some dude in class. A boy you see on the subway all the time on your way to work. A coworker. Your best friend. Some girl in your art class. Whatever!
Crush Stories Here