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thesmithian:

“Why do the rubber bullets against white skin move [people] more than the real bullets that kill the black population everyday?”

much more, here.

(via theyoungest-child)

soulbrotherv2:

Don’t shoot from EMBO, Capetown, South Africa.

tinalikesbutts:

Fucking kids care more about each other than we do

(Source: sizvideos, via in-dee-vidual)

FUCK I LOVE BEING BLACK

tittymeat:

Lets get this millions of notes.

(Source: taint3ed, via theprettylittlewallflower)

sixpenceee:

counterhunter:

‘arent we supposed to have antlers or something’

‘fuck if i know’

'who cares we're mad cute'

(Source: 4rtmusic, via theprettylittlewallflower)

hersolosoul:

monicalewinskys:

EARL WENt OFF!

We keep it real round chea.

(via londoncornershop)

skyetownsend:

entrar-para-dentro:

skyetownsend:

Oh shucks! Is it inconvenient to love black culture right now? Where did all y’all go? I swore all of you said you believe we are all equal and gotta stop seeing race cause we all bleed red. Please! Come on and join us! Standing up for justice is way more “hardcore” than listening to Jay Z uncensored if you protest until the sun sets. It will be really “edgy” and “hip” to hit the “ghettoest” parts of Ferguson right now! Who’s down? You should braid your hair up and slick your fully-adult baby hairs for some of the peaceful protests, and rallies.. it’ll be so cool, my “nig”! Come on! Let’s be black now!

Jesus, black people are PEOPLE. I like people, I never noticed the color of the person. Almost 40% of my best friends are black, and I never gave a damn.

Lol…….

K.

(via trendsettahh)

untilthecolorscome:

nyctaeus:

Josh Kline, ‘Skittles’, 2014

Kline presents Skittles, an industrial refrigerator containing smoothies produced by the artist using unconventional and poetic combinations of ingredients including kale chips, squid ink, sneakers, phone bills, and pepper spray. Each smoothie stands as a portrait of a different contemporary lifestyle. When grouped together, they evoke a landscape of aspiration, taste, and – at times – deprivation in a metropolis like New York City.

I SAW THIS IN REAL LIFE

(via dynastylnoire)

I have rolled lightening with my tongue & spit fire and brimstone
with love in my eyes, while hips brew hypnotic with every swing. Proceed with caution. I am a threat. #supreme (at Bedford Avenue)