nobody fucked with me on the playground
nobody fucked with you in bed either
yu-gi-ow
when you see your reflection on your laptop screen and you just look
Ahaha, I just had this exact moment!
(Source: ayeleesh)
Went Goat shopping today..
This baby girl claimed me as her own before I could even decide.oh my god oh my god
things to do:
- goat shopping
Why do I have to play a part that depends on color? Why can’t I play something where the fact that I’m a Negro has no bearing either way? Why must a special part be written for a Negro? Or else, an entire script switched so they do Abie’s Irish Rose with an all-Negro cast? Y’know something? I die every time I read in the papers about some cat on Broadway who says, ‘What we need is integrated theater. Authors should write in more parts for Negroes.’ That’s not integrated theater. Really integrated theater will be when an actor — colored or white — is hired to play a part. Period. Not when a Negro actor is hired to play the part of a Negro who’s in the story strictly as a Negro, like when they’re doing a scene in a Harlem bar and the producer tells Casting, ‘Send up one Negro bartender, one Negro bar owner, and some Negro extras for customers.’ - Sammy Davis Jr.
I wonder if the young girls playing on the trampoline next door know that
- I can see them
- I can hear them singing You Can’t Stop The Beat from Hairspray
- they are really bad singers and
- I can probably get a YouTube-worthy video of them from my current position
gUYS I PUT ON MY COUSINS HOCKEY MASK AND STOOD AT THE WINDOW AND YELLED “STOP YOUR INFERNAL SINGSONG I’M TRYING TO MURDER HERE” AND THEY SCREAMED AND TRIED TO RUN AWAY AND ONE FELL OVER AND STARTED CRYING
(Source: thordoftherings)