So. I didn’t call and tell you Happy Birthday because I suck. 😔😩 I know, but shout out to you (if I had 1000+) followers on your birthday. I know you turned up. 😬🙌 an you’re probably hungover somewhere but I hope you had a good time. @thewhyte1 😘. #ebonyandivory lol.

A pup named KENZIE came to visit me! 😁🐶😍☺😊

Hunger games on my phone while on break. #netflix #hungergames #knockoffofjapanesefilm #americans #battleroyale

thegodmolecule:

here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.



In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.



The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

 

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sourcedumal:

thedarkchocolatedandy:

heysoapie:

wrcsolace:

so-treu:

satanic2chainz:

bougieblack:

I can’t fucking handle thissssssssssssss.

all of these covers are pretty dope. i dunno why I didn’t like this the first time

huh. that was much better than i thought it would be. whoever’s creative decision it was to NOT have Beyonce wail all over it, good job.

this was pretty dope. i like the minimalist interpretation. though i seem to remember tons of wailing in the original so I wouldn’t have been mad at it. i wonder how they will use it in the actual film. i might need the soundtrack to this movie.

I love it.

I so glad they had Beyonce reign it in with this. I just am sooo in love with how dark and twisted this sounds!

Amy stans are losing their minds though….

Let them be mad. I like this. 

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I was in IKEA yesterday, and I walked into the restroom, walked into a stall and saw this. I immediately got depressed for whoever the owner of this iPhone 5. I figured who ever couldn’t have gotten far so I waited for her to come back. As soon as I saw a lady walking in. Feeling in her back pocket I knew I had to break the bad news. “Did you see a phone?” She said with worry. “😔It’s in the toilet…” She gasped retrieved her phone and and tried to turn it on…but it was too late…FIN.

😊☺🙊. #batman

cottonhair:

beauty foster. brooklyn, march 2013. 

kate sweeney photography.

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headturnmeon:

dirttyydiannaa:

awesomephilia:

She’s really working it on the treadmill…

When she dropped it though she got my vote

Lmaoooo

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