So where all the white folks who talk about how rap dont talk about the issues?

Yall betta reblog the fuck outta this

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I said a thing on Twitter.

this is a great thing

Yes. This. Yes yes yes.

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literally my fav post

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The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them

Anonymous said: these anons are like, "can i be racist in the rain? can i be racist on a train? can i be racist in a box? can i be racist with a fox?"














lmfaoooooooooooooo Yes!

How can I be racist if I work with blacks
How can I be racist if one sold me slacks
I’m not racist I’m just like you. I’m best friends with a black or two.

i’m not racist, you see, it’s just a preference
i love eastern culture and its women’s deference
the west lost its way with no room for clemency
If I love Asian women, how’s that white supremacy?

i’m not a racist, i can’t be, you see
my great grandma’s grandma was part cherokee
plus one time i got called “cracker” to my face
don’t we all bleed red? i don’t even see race…

I’m not racist, blacks just need to stop complaining
Living in the past and white people blaming
I work hard, no handouts for every little fraction
If white privilege isn’t fair, then how is affirmative action?

I’m not racist man, I’m just right-wing
Plus reverse-racism is totally a thing
It’s not about power check the definition
Slavery wasn’t an evil thing, just asset acquisition.

How come I can’t say “nigga”, it just means brotha!
And ain’t I a brotha from anotha motha?
I didn’t use the ‘er’- so its a total difference.
You blacks give good white people such hindrance :(

'We can't handle spicy foods' ? Your jokes make me sad

See, if I joked and called you a “nigger”, you’ll be mad

You black people think we are always out here to ruin your day

Look, 'not all white people', …mmkay?

I can say “nigga” ‘cause of freedom of speech

And y’all always forget what MLK preached!

White privilege ain’t real ‘cause my life is hard

If you want to stop racists, don’t play the race card

Blacks can oppress. Shoot, they’ve oppressed me

I was the only white kid and the blacks were so mean

So I called one a nigger, but clicked anon first

yeah racism is real, but like… I’ve had it worst.

This is beyond beautiful

this is the best thing on tumblr. no competition. this is how stupid white people sound trying to defend racism. like please read this..this is how idiotic your opinions are…omg this has made my night…i’m done..i just can’t think straight now.


The first time I fell in love it was not pretty

I was a canvas for a broken boy with paintbrush hands that left hues of purple and blue along my skin like a treasure map, begging and pleading for someone to find his secret and save him from himself.

The first time I fell in love I smashed all the mirrors

and sat on the floor and bled out until my hollow veins ached with the want to feel your touch and my head screamed out “idiot, idiot” but when I closed my eyes I couldn’t tell the difference between fists and lips and I wondered when I stopped being able to tell them apart.

The first time I fell in love it destroyed me

He threw words at me like daggers, hoping one would hit and nick a vein and I would bleed out at his feet. He fed me a diet of glass shards and harsh words, etching them into my skin like morse code. He took my voice, ripped it out and stuffed my lungs with cotton and gasoline; one small step and it’d ignite, burning me to ash.

The first time I fell in love, it was the last.



The first time I fell in love 


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i love myself so much

i’m so intelligent, talented, and beautiful