Plaid Ponderings: Thoughts of a Lezz
Mini Brittany and Rainbow Santana gifs are by this lovely.
Moustache Glee gifs are by this genius. .
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the TA for one of my classes friended me on fb
i’m not sure how to feel about this
thinking of getting a tattoo after I finish this bitch of a...
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you guys make me SICK, SICK, SICK.
i loved this scene so so so so much.
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I wake every morning to find that the cats have brought in several flower heads from the garden outside and scattered them throughout the house,...
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If you have or will have student loans, you need to read this.
Something potentially life-changing for...
because you wanted some reaction gifs ;)
i have no idea what i was saying, but this is beautiful.
thank you so much!
you were answering a question about anons were you were saying you have some nice ones but also some freaky ones (what are you saying in the gif).
No problem. ;) Maybe some more will follow soon.
well that explains my facial expression and everything, haha.
i appreciate you so hard.
You are definitely saying,
“Forget pussy.”
I’m convinced. Can’t tell me otherwise.
It’s been way too long.
It’s probably why I’m in such an emotional funk lately.
Black like me
Not white like me
The revolution will never be televised
For me
Don’t Ruby Dee or Ossie Davis me.
Oprah me.
Cause that’s all I care about
The whole wearing my bling and
Rolling on twenty-fours rims is me
I don’t give a damn about anything
But a ball in a blunt me.
Forget that Obama me
Cause he ain’t be black enough to be me.
I know you only see me hooked on crack like
phonics—make that ebonics me.
Or the Raison is the Sun crushed by the hand
Of the Bloods and Crips
Me.
Stop.
Me.
To hell with what you think about me.
I’m the Angela Davis, fist raised high me.
Nikki Giovanni meets Barbara Jordan
fighting with my pen and words for my rights me.
Never that damn
Robbin’, negro, nigga, lazy,
Good for nothing neva’ gonna be nothin’
Only gonna have a dream me.
Fighting for my rights with the mind of Malcolm
With the love of Martin so
America can be America again
Me.
I am the apple
Swinging and falling like the strange fruit
From a tree not of wood but of the past
Symptoms and stereotypes of a lost past
In a new world
Me.
I am a dream me.
Budding not yet blooming.
Loving while learning
Standing while speaking
Producing prodigious productions
Beautiful.
Me.
Last year’s poem.
Nice, no?
This is basically me…
Here’s mah face.
Check out that plaid.
It’s supah sexay.
