rnazerunner:

hangin out the passenger side of his best friend’s ride trying to holla at me

rnazerunner:

hangin out the passenger side of his best friend’s ride trying to holla at me

killbenedictcumberbatch:

im definitely following the right people because apparently supernatural season 10 premiered last night and I didn’t see a single post about it

princess-of-lore:

mycheekyfinn:

official-nasa:

monilip:

dont-stop-runninggg:

knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit

wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad 

That was deep

philosophy is wondering if that means ketchup is a smoothie

That was deeper.

common sense is knowing that ketchup isn’t a damn smoothie you nasty

Giving me life right now. This was my favorite song off the album, i literally listen to it several times everyday. I love him and the end of this video is just so freaking good

mahzerunners:

being pumped for halloween but tryin to stay professional like

image

legendofnes:

Frankenstein: Through the Eyes of the Monster; Sega Saturn

legendofnes:

Frankenstein: Through the Eyes of the Monster; Sega Saturn

koalakeys:

"I decided to get a little creative this year. I present Edgar Allan Ho"

koalakeys:

"I decided to get a little creative this year. I present Edgar Allan Ho"

mimbeau:

Since the Trocadéro
Paris circa 1920
 H. Armstrong Roberts

mimbeau:

Since the Trocadéro

Paris circa 1920

H. Armstrong Roberts

Gina Torres as Wonder Woman

Nicki Minaj as Power Girl

Laverne Cox as Huntress

Lucy Liu as Zatanna
Beyoncé as Black Canary

inspired by x

exgynocraticgrrl:

Suheir Hammad: Not Your Erotic, Not Your Exotic

Don’t wanna’ be your exotic/Like some dark, fragile, colorful bird imprisoned, caged in a land foreign to the stretch of her wings/Don’t wanna’ be your exotic. Women everywhere look just like me/Some taller, darker, nice than me but like me just the same/Women everywhere carry my nose on their faces/My name on their spirits.

Don’t seduce yourself with my other-ness/My hair wasn’t put on top my head to entice you into some mysterious, black voodoo/The beat of my lashes against each other ain’t some dark, desert beat/It’s just a blink/Get over it.

Don’t build around me your fetish, fantasy, your lustful profanity to cage me in, clip my wings. Don’t wanna’ be your exotic. Your lovin’ of my beauty ain’t more than funky fornication, plain pink perversion. In fact, nasty necrophilia.

Because my beauty is dead to you/I am dead to you.

Not your harem girl, geisha doll, banana picker, pom-pom girl, pum-pum shorts coffee maker, town-whore, belly dancer, private dancer, La Malinche, Venus Hottentot, laundry girl, your immaculate vessel, emasculating princess/Don’t wanna’ be - not your erotic, not your exotic.


Suheir Hammad is a Palestinian-American poet, author and political activist who was born on October 1973 in Amman, Jordan to Palestinian refugee parents and immigrated with her family to Brooklyn, New York City when she was five years old. Her parents later moved to Staten Island. (x)