February 2012
Talk to me, break it down, spell it out, spell it...
ancestryinprogress:
as Jill Scott would say.
I’m not a master of mind reading.
I don’t know what you think.
What you want me to do.
What you would like for me to say.
Or to express.
Or what might be good for me to share.
Or what you wish I could tell you.
What might help you.
What I’ve done to hurt you.
Or not.
I can’t play deciphering games for everybody in my life.
So listen up...
Depressing as fuck news for Californians →
ladyatheist:
thejazzwriter:
fuck libraries. who needs em?
Kindle Baby!
In all seriousness this is yet another tell tale sign of the rise of fascism in america. The end of libraries?
How do you cut funding for libraries?!?! What the hell?!?!
Watchallofmyfavoritethings:
fuckyeahalanaj:
Going no where fast, we’ve reached a climax.
..✘♥O
you never told me how you felt, so I assumed...
loserl0ve:
(via ericcai, villainesss)
“People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their...”
– Diane Setterfield (via endorfins
)
I notice everything.
And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
When people actually go out and have social lives.
“People say, “I’m going to sleep now,” as if it were nothing. But it’s really a...”
– George Carlin (via bloodisthenewblackk
)