“These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.”
— Najwa Zebian (via quotemadness)
Beautiful.
listen to me: you DO NOT always need to give it your 100%. you really do not. because let’s be honest, you’re human and you’re simply not always going to be able to. there are days when you can only give it your 80%. or your 50%, or heck, even your 10%. and THAT IS OKAY. only skimming one paragraph, only solving one equation, only memorizing 5 words is better than not doing anything because you have this idea in your head that things are only worth doing when you can give what you consider to be your 100%. 10% is better than 0% and some days that is all you can give. it will still add up, and you will still succeed, i promise.
The many faces of Kookie☺💕
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why have the black women of tumblr come to the conclusion that ghetto black women don’t deserve love or representation?
like what’s wrong with a character liking rap music, or liking to have her nails, lashes and hair done?
it’s like yall don’t realize that you’re being anti-black and elitist asf. like yall complain and complain about how writers on here never “write characters like you” and honestly if you feel that way then write it yourself?
ghetto black women never get good representation in media because of people LIKE YOU. like god forbid someone writes characters like the people in their everyday life or like them because they ALSO thought “i don’t get good representation either” like what the fuck is wrong with yall.
i love every single ghetto, loud, “stereotypical” (which makes no fucking sense) black woman that loves to have long nails, to wear wigs and braids, loves have their lashes done and ones built like megan thee stallion and speak aave.
i love every single shy, quiet, nerdy black woman that loves wearing her natural hair no rocking her natural face and the ones skinny, thick, fat, short, tall, and whatever tf else.
like there is some actual representation you SHOULD be fighting for like more PLUS SIZE reader rep that isn’t the stereotypical “i hate my body” ass shit , more DARK SKIN reader rep that doesn’t have anything to do with the reader hating her skin tone or going through colorism, and some TALL reader rep but bitch you’re pissy because they made the reader like to wear wigs …like bitch are you DUMB???
bashing black woman writers on here because YOU don’t feel represented is fucking stupid. they take times out of THEIR days to write on this app and they DON’T get paid for this! so for the love for all things that are holy, if i hear another one of yall say some this shit imma beat your ass.
"And THAT is how you do a seven", Minghao, my boyfriend of two years, got out of the one-handed position with ease. "Babe, you know I'm not as strong as you", I whined immaturely, "you do all the heavy lifting in this relationship", I added, winking at him seductively. "You mean like this", he asks as he bends to lift me off the ground, making me yelp in the process. "Hao!!! PUT ME DOWN!!! My shirt is coming up!!!" "Let me help you out with that", he growled, as he slipped my tank over my head without my permission. I was about to combat his actions, until he cut me off before I even started talking. "I don't care", he said to himself as he stared at my bare breast, but I still heard. "God, you're sexy", he complimented as his breath hit my breasts, causing me to lightly gasp. "A-ah, Minghao", I moaned out. "That is my name", he retorted, sarcastically, as his tongue began to work on the sensitive nub of my right breast. "Now, I know ALL the positions you can get into with me, so don't even try any excuses", he stated. "Actually, you don't know ALL of them", I said with a "surprise" look on my face." "Oh, really. And just who have you been learning new positions for", he asked, already knowing the answer. " "My other boyfriend", I stated, with a slick, proud smirk. Minghao stalked around my much smaller frame, causing a chill of excitement to run down my spine, as he stopped behind me. "Tell me his name, baby", he snaked his large hand around the front of my throat, pulling my head back, exposing my neck to him. He licked a long swipe up my neck, biting quite hard on my jawline. When I inhaled to answer his question, he stopped me mid breath. "You tell me another guy's name, and I'll fuck you so hard, he'll be able to hear you screaming my name from wherever he is", his grip tightened on my neck. "I wasn't gonna say any other guy's name, babe. You'll go out and kill an innocent dude for no reason", I said with a chuckle. "That's my girl. Now, let's see what positions you learned for daddy", he said, walking to our shared bedroom with a smirk. When he was out of sight, I did a quick full-body stretch, knowing what awaited me.
I will leave the rest to your imagination nasties😉~ -Tae💖
Its a concept🤔
If you’re black, and still active on this mf I need you to reblog this so we can keep the community close.
I've been homeless for almost 5 months. have about $30 to my name rn, no food, no transportation, and I will be in this hotel until tomorrow at 11 and don't have anywhere to go none of the people in my life help me or answer the phone unless it's to use or manipulate me
im genuinely considering moving back in with my abusive family in Delaware and if that happens i don't know what will happen but it will be devastating. i am so tired and alone and nothing i do can help this. i cannot pretend that i haven't been deeply traumatized by my experiences this year. i don't know why i can't find a true friend. i just want to fade away.
please help. i made so many posts that fell off. if you're seeing this for the first time, donate, share, whatever you can.
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