Live your motherfucking life.
A tale about the most slaveriest game ever played
If you know people, work with people, birthed people, are friends with people, fuck or ride the subway or elevator with people, encounter people down at the Piggly Wiggly, or married a people, there is something useful in this course for you!
Gravy makes everything better.
The book was good as shit.
This misguided online asshattery is the result of powerful boredom, innate cornballhood, and a remedial grasp of Blackness
Like booty play, it may be a tad uncomfortable before the ecstasy happens.
Alex came, he saw, and he conquered dozens of glorious plates of cheesy decadence
Even when I’m spiraling and stewing in anxiety, I can (usually) scrape it together enough to jump into those tights, get pon the train and get my tondu, my port de bras, and my pas de bourree on
It was like discovering an artist, and everything you hear by them makes you twinkle with delight, as if their work was produced entirely for you.
I beseech thee, person excited by the idea of a crazy, sexy, cool peppermint moment down by your fuckparts: do not do that shit
Black people are everything
Grief is a hard process. Especially when it comes to the death of your necessary technologies.
It feels dope as fuck to feel worthy and capable of the beautiful shit that’s happening in my life right now.
Whenever I’m visiting a new city, my first step is always locating the best food because I have my priorities in order