Mua : @born_in_glitter #makeupsundays
Everywhere I went, I told people about my black grandpa. I came to thrive on the puzzled, sometimes shocked, expressions I’d receive from whatever Whitey I was telling my story to. I felt wonderfully multi-dimensional, even at the young age of six. I watched “Roots” and swelled with pride. I smiled knowingly at Vayola, our black housekeeper. And I looked forward to the family reunion I’d one day attend, where I’d meet my black grandpa’s huge family, who’d sing me gospel tunes and show me recipes and teach me the culture that was so very much a part of me.
This never fails to astound me.
I feel like Ree Drummond is the living sequel to “The Help”.
what. the. fuck. did. i. just. read.
"Turned out, my grandpa worked his whole life in the oilfield and was such a dark shade of tan, I’d mistaken him all those years for African-American. "Pa-Pa’s white, dear," Ga-Ga repeated. She said it as if she was reporting the weather forecast. And while Ga-Ga didn’t realize it, what she actually did that night was rip out half of my soul, half of my identity."
I thought this had to be a parody but it’s on her blog.
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME.
Is this bitch fa’real? What the fuck did I just read!?!?!? Fuck outta here..
what the fuck
no one pays you to talk about your weird racial fantasies, you’re just supposed to cook(via frantzfandom)
Why do I keep meeting Scorpio and Sagittarius men?
The American government can’t praise Mandela’s steadfastness for sitting in prison, while ignoring our own political prisoners. -@zellieimani
THIS! The “otherizing” of evil that the U.S. regularly engages in is hypocrisy that creates a suffocating stench. And I love that Zellie addressed those who cannot understand why this juxtaposition between Shakur and Mandela rings truthful. Not everyone has access to the truth. So keep sharing it. Critical.