Blueberry Oat Cookies

I kind of want it to rain tomorrow so I can justify being antisocial.




it’s truly amazing how some white women get so threatened when a black woman is shining. 

y’all say male egos are weak, but let’s try the ego of a white woman when a black woman is garnering a lot of positive attention. 

watch how suddenly they want the rules to change. gone is the solidarity that a woman’s body is her own, oh no, not for black women. now she needs to cover up and speak less.



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"Well, I’ve changed the course of music five or six times. What have you done except fuck the president?"

Miles Davis to Nancy Reagan at a White House dinner in 1987 after she’d inquired as to what he’d done with his life to merit an invitation. (via drencrome)

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please do not let ferguson die out like everything else big does. do not let this die out. do not let this continue on for three days and then everyone forget about it. do not let this happen.

queue this post up 3 days from now, a week from now, a month from now, a month from then. make sure even if you forget your blog will remember.

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Everybody has that chair or space in their house.

That space where you drop your clothes in pile after work or school.

Too exhausted to put them in their right place.

Well that’s how I feel about work.

I feel like I am that chair.

The person who people drop their last minute and mundane tasks on.

One or two is fine, but after a while, things add up.

And eventually, you have to clean it up before the mess gets too overwhelming, too unsightly.