majiinboo:

  • Do not forget Michael Brown
  • Do not forget how the media dehumanized him and tried to justify his murder
  • Do not forget how peaceful protests were painted as savage riots
  • Do not forget police armed with military grade weapons terrorized and arrested black civilians
  • Do not forget Darren Wilson being awarded over $400,000 in fundraiser donations for murdering an unarmed black child
  • Do not forget that this system was not built to defend us, but to control us
  • Do not forget Ferguson 

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buttahlove:

myeyesarehazel:

Surprisingly, perfectionists are often procrastinators, as they can tend to think “I don’t have the right skills or resources to do this perfectly now, so I won’t do it at all.”

My life.

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Jordan's Heart Surgery

Hello to everyone! I wanted to take some time out to ask if you could take a second to read about Jordan who last summer was diagnosed with William’s Syndrome. Williams syndrome is a genetic disorder that effects 1 and 10,000 people annually. One of the many characteristics of Williams Syndrome is congenital heart defect. (Read more about Jordan and his family’s need at the link provided) If you can join me in donating to such a great cause to help out Jordan and his family in their time of need, that would be awesome! I know that not everyone can donate but a reblog goes a long way as well! Thanks guys!

Williams syndrome donate healthcare families in need

melissabeck:

Many of you have written to me in the past couple of hours about the news that Hello Kitty is not a cat. You have been kind in showing concern for my well-being. I appreciate that. But your concern is not necessary. I am well. There is no need to hide the knives as I am not knocking on the death’s door. In fact, I feel so fucking alive. So spiritually awakened now that this revelation, this prophecy has been brought forth for all to accept. 
You see, I rarely ever referred to her as a cat because something about that label always felt off. I would, instead, call her Hello Kitty. I’m even okay with the redundancy in greeting my Kitty collection with “Hi Hello Kitties” because … because. Or I would call her Kitty White. Or HK. But rarely cat. 
My husband once wrote me a love letter at Hanukkah after presenting me with the fabulous Swarovski Kitty collectible figurine *nails emoji* and the Swarovski encrusted Kitty clutch (BLOOP). He wrote —
My love to you is your love to this [expletive redacted] cat. Neither make sense but they somehow exist. I’m proud of your accomplishments as a mom and Jew and now I need to go find 6 more gifts that I don’t get but think you might like. love, Me. 
I enjoyed the letter. He’s no Daryl Palumbo with poetry so I registered this as effort, as true romance. But something about “cat” was like HMPH. 
Azrael is a cat. Heathcliff is a cat. Hello Kitty is a phenomenon, a force, an institution. Seeing through this lens, cat is offensive. It is dismissive. It’s trivializing. Hello Kitty is to cat as Beyonce (without the splashy accent above the final E) is to singer. You wouldn’t dare disrespect the Queen and her talents by calling her a mere singer. You know she is a pop cultural icon, a spacetime odyssey, an actual star in the sky and we all fall asleep under her bosom every night thankful for her contributions to our sad lives. You should know I just joined The Hive as a non-ranking, low level member on December 13, 2013 at that. And still, I understand her greatness, her breadth. This is what I feel about Hello Kitty. 
It’s a feeling that makes it okay for me to string together nonsensical, super syllabic, beautiful words in an effort to express the love and adoration. Where I can look a damn fool at the ripe old age of 32 (don’t be rude and Wiki my shit, bitch) shouting from this mountaintop my loyalty, my respect, my undying love for this NON CAT. 
My love for Hello Kitty is Rihanna vomiting rainbow ribbons. It’s all at once gross and pretty and fascinating and replay? YES. 
I am so full. I am so happy for this day. So again, thank you for looking out for me. I have appreciated your texts and your tweets and your emails. I am good. I am so good.
WHOOO. I love you Kitty White. You’re my motherfucker for life. Life, you hear me? *double heart emoji* 

melissabeck:

Many of you have written to me in the past couple of hours about the news that Hello Kitty is not a cat. You have been kind in showing concern for my well-being. I appreciate that. But your concern is not necessary. I am well. There is no need to hide the knives as I am not knocking on the death’s door. In fact, I feel so fucking alive. So spiritually awakened now that this revelation, this prophecy has been brought forth for all to accept. 

You see, I rarely ever referred to her as a cat because something about that label always felt off. I would, instead, call her Hello Kitty. I’m even okay with the redundancy in greeting my Kitty collection with “Hi Hello Kitties” because … because. Or I would call her Kitty White. Or HK. But rarely cat. 

My husband once wrote me a love letter at Hanukkah after presenting me with the fabulous Swarovski Kitty collectible figurine *nails emoji* and the Swarovski encrusted Kitty clutch (BLOOP). He wrote —

My love to you is your love to this [expletive redacted] cat. Neither make sense but they somehow exist. I’m proud of your accomplishments as a mom and Jew and now I need to go find 6 more gifts that I don’t get but think you might like. love, Me. 

I enjoyed the letter. He’s no Daryl Palumbo with poetry so I registered this as effort, as true romance. But something about “cat” was like HMPH. 

Azrael is a cat. Heathcliff is a cat. Hello Kitty is a phenomenon, a force, an institution. Seeing through this lens, cat is offensive. It is dismissive. It’s trivializing. Hello Kitty is to cat as Beyonce (without the splashy accent above the final E) is to singer. You wouldn’t dare disrespect the Queen and her talents by calling her a mere singer. You know she is a pop cultural icon, a spacetime odyssey, an actual star in the sky and we all fall asleep under her bosom every night thankful for her contributions to our sad lives. You should know I just joined The Hive as a non-ranking, low level member on December 13, 2013 at that. And still, I understand her greatness, her breadth. This is what I feel about Hello Kitty. 

It’s a feeling that makes it okay for me to string together nonsensical, super syllabic, beautiful words in an effort to express the love and adoration. Where I can look a damn fool at the ripe old age of 32 (don’t be rude and Wiki my shit, bitch) shouting from this mountaintop my loyalty, my respect, my undying love for this NON CAT

My love for Hello Kitty is Rihanna vomiting rainbow ribbons. It’s all at once gross and pretty and fascinating and replay? YES. 

I am so full. I am so happy for this day. So again, thank you for looking out for me. I have appreciated your texts and your tweets and your emails. I am good. I am so good.

WHOOO. I love you Kitty White. You’re my motherfucker for life. Life, you hear me? *double heart emoji* 

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omfg lmao

est2080:

bynce:

Remember when a 20 year old Beyoncé lowkey snatched Celine Dion

Beyoncè was like let me get this bitch together………lol

Goodness reduced her to backup with the quickness.

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lmao destiny's child realness