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you can be intelligent and successful
you can be sexually active and promiscuous
also…. you can be both

Love this

because YES the two are NOT mutually exclusive

hawkeyedriza:

absolutelydestinysmood:

nannajane:

in 7 years its going to be the 20s again so we can bring back swing music and the aesthetics of that era but keep modern values who’s with me

you can’t repeat the past

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can’t repeat the past? why, of course you can! of course you can

169,922 notes - 20 May, 2013

unadulteratedconcept:

signofamotekun:

thepeoplesrecord:

“I can’t believe this is even a thing” of the day”: Community furious over Bronx bus company’s ‘Ghetto’ tourMay 20, 2013
A bus company that bills one of its tours as a real-life ride through an actual inner-city ghetto has been packing the seats, as tourists from Europe and Australia have flocked for the up-close-and-personal glimpse into one of America’s crime-ridden areas.
The Real Bronx Tours offers the trip three times a week, billing it as “a ride through a real New York City ‘GHETTO,’ ” complete with stops at food-pantry lines and “pickpocket” park, The New York Post reported.
The tour is $45, The Post said.
A sampling of stops: Tour guide Lynn Battaglia singles out a housing project, before idling nearby a historic church and citing crime and poverty statistics from the South Bronx in 1970, The Post reported. Then on to East 140th Street, where Ms. Battaglia gives a history of the word “pig” as a reference to police officer.
“The policeman, his name is Patty, and he would walk up and down that street, and if he ran into an alcoholic, he’d beat them mercilessly,” she said, in The Post. “So they’d call him ‘Patty the Pig.’ “
Other sources actually say the reference to cops as pigs began in London in 1811, The Post said.
Area politicians aren’t happy with the theme of the tour.
Bronx Borough President Ruben Diaz called the guide “the biggest fool on the planet,” in The Post. “They should tell people about The Bronx that we all know, and that’s The Bronx that’s had the lowest crime rate since 1963 last year. To have foreigners come and gawk at a long line of people who are less fortunate than they are and to make money off of that … is pretty disgusting.”
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That fact that people havent shot/detonated/flung projectiles/robbed these ghetto tours is what niggas should be really mad at. 
Craccas thinkin they comin to the monkey house and yall niggas should be showin them they steppin into the lions den.

disqusting.
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icomefromdownworld:







the cat that just casually fucking hiccuped and probably summoned the dark lord


omg the way that last baby hops!

The mama’s all embarrassed, “oh my god! I am so so sorry they don’t usually behave like this, they’re good kids really…”

i’m laughing so hard 

I’M SO DONE

I’ve reblogged this before but I’ll reblog it everytime it comes up on my dash

I CAN’T BREATH OMG DIABETES
"Quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage. I could taste the peach and feel the soft air blowing from a subway grating on my legs and I could smell lilac and garbage and expensive perfume and I knew that it would cost something sooner or later – because I did not belong there, did not come from there – but when you are twenty-two or twenty-three, you figure that later you will have a high emotional balance, and be able to pay whatever it costs. I still believed in possibilities then, still had the sense, so peculiar to New York, that something extraordinary would happen any minute, any day, any month."
“Goodbye To All That,” Joan Didion  (via commovente)

947 notes - 19 May, 2013