All Black Everything
"…the Negro is a sort of seventh son, born with a veil, and gifted with second-sight in this American world. A world which yields him no true self-consciousness, but only lets him see himself through the revelation of the other world. It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one's self through the eyes of others, of measuring one's soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt, and pity. One ever feels his twoness, an American, a Negro; two warring souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder. The history of the American Negro is the history of this strife, this longing to attain self-conscious manhood, to merge his double self into a better and truer self."
All Black Everything
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accras:

Lupita Nyong’o wearing Grace
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theweekmagazine:

Today’s best editorial cartoons
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nevver:

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"I didn’t know you were a piano player.

This fact only came up while my palms burned
with anticipation as I reached out into the stillness,
searching for your hands. I found them beneath sheets
and cold promises, where the fingers were dancing
and the nails were scratching and you were looking to have a good time.
You’re good at playing the blues.
A man by the name of Skye told me you knew all about snatching secrets
from the moon, and as I felt the scars and scratches along your callous, quick fingers, I knew this was true…” 

Fingers Stained With Finesse by Enigmuse

#appleandcoffee | #iphoneonly #apple | @bgg2wl
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"Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
the purple of ripe grapes
sunlit and warm as flesh.

Every day I will give you a color,
like a new flower in a bud vase
on your desk. Every day
I will paint you, as women
color each other with henna
on hands and on feet.

Red as henna, as cinnamon,
as coals after the fire is banked,
the cardinal in the feeder,
the roses tumbling on the arbor
their weight bending the wood
the red of the syrup I make from petals.

Orange as the perfumed fruit…”
Colors Passing Through Us by Marge Piercy | #vscocam #vsco | #zxflux #prism #adidasoriginals #igsneakercommunity #wdywt #solecollector #adidas #kicks0l0gy #wearyourkicks
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Bae-watch. | @bgg2wl | #today #iphoneonly #nyc
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andy-baker:

Wu-Tang is for the children!
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istealschoolproperty:

setbabiesonfire:

cyclivist:

Deputy who killed former Napster COO after drifting into the bike lane while distracted by his laptop will not face charges because he was answering a work-related email.

OH OKAY.

A LAPTOP !?!?! For real ? Nah b yall buggin

Un-FUCKING-believable.
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"Some white people are so privileged, they expect sympathy for their guilt."
(via smidgetz)
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labsinthe:

Atelier Versace photographed by Cristophe Kutner from Vogue Italia Couture Supplement 1997
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blvcknvy:

They made ​​fun of your name and you have changed your name.
They made ​​fun of your clothes and you changed clothes.
They made ​​fun of your hair and you have straighten your hair.
They made ​​fun of your skin and you bought skinn brighteners. 
They made ​​fun of your languages ​​and you have adopted their own.
They made ​​fun of your religion and you have embraced theirs.

Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair?
Who taught you to hate the color of your skin? to the extent that you bleach to be like the white man.
Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose and the shape of your lips?
Who taught you to hate the top of your head to the soles of your feet?
Who taught you to hate your being? to hate the land of your ancestors, to hate the race you belong to, such a point that you do not want to be next to each other.

When will we realize? When will be a humanity?