I think it’s time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can’t make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
“Rap is just noise”
Real Music with a Real Message!
HEY U GUYS WANNA KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE ME/A GIRL & DO THINGS LIKE TAKE PUBLIC TRANSIT??? well watch this and see what happened to me on the bus today (movie thrills await!!)
UghhhhhHHHHHHHhhhhh the worst kind of bus ride
This practically gave me a panic attack just watching. I don’t take transit for this reason, and I still get shit like this just walking down the street. Thank you for recording this. I can’t even move in situations like this.
THIS IS WHY I DON’T RIDE THE BUS ALONE. it’s terrifying to me. i hate talking to strangers it’s so awful. and i feel bad not being able to go anywhere by myself, but i’d rather annoy a couple of my friends than brave this alone.
THIS. fuck it is so goddamn terrifying especially when you’re being outnumbered. sometimes you just have to take transportation alone and when it happens, this is pretty much the gist of it. so don’t EVER tell us we’re overreacting.
It occurred to me today that I never posted a nice image of my colored naked ladies pattern. I completed it for my senior show but in the hustle and bustle forgot…Even now, I don’t have a good photo of the fabric it was printed on, but I’ll get one up soon!
The image below is the tile-able pattern available to all for non-commercial use, if you want to use it for personal stuff (blog/desktop background etc), please credit me. Please do not print it on anything else without my explicit permission.
So my parents just found out about my fourteen year old brother smoking weed because they found this on his window ledge. So in the middle of a huge lecture my dad decides to open the Baggie and smell it to see how strong it is. He immediately starts crying with laughter. THIS NIGGA HAS BEEN BUYING AND SMOKING FUCKING OREGANO. FUCKIN ITALIAN HERBS. SON. I CAN’T. I CANNOT. I CAN’T DO THIS.
HELP I CANT BREATHE
Afro Jazz. There was no afro or jazz. It was awkward marching band at best.