The black man never will get anybody’s respect until he first learns to respect his own women. Malcolm X (via flashingdreams)

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December 9th, 2013 // 10,927 notes

"I need a real man not a child or a boy. Give me a hard rock, not a soft little toy. You think women are hard? You think we’re evil and mean? Well I think maybe you don’t need us."

"…Maybe you on the wrong team!"

"So I need a real man, and my standards are high, don’t like what you just heard, then you need not apply!"

December 2nd, 2013 - 0 notes
People empty me. I have to get away to refill. Charles Bukowski  (via fassadenmensch)

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December 1st, 2013 // 157,564 notes
Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you. Chuck Klosterman   (via jmsoprano)

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December 1st, 2013 // 30,075 notes
She was rare, a perfect creation, a work of purest art. A delicate flower that bloomed in the liquid light of the moon. A nature not of this world, a personality like that of some biblical maiden, gracious and queenly. Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man  (via budddha)

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November 20th, 2013 // 1,200 notes
I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk. Joquesse Eugenia (via felicefawn)

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November 20th, 2013 // 451,796 notes
Never push a loyal person to the point where they no longer give a fuck. (via quoteessential)

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November 20th, 2013 // 501 notes
I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain. James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time (via heyfranhey)

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November 19th, 2013 // 3,407 notes
My blackness isn’t determined by how I talk, how I carry myself. Not even the music I listen too. If that was the case a lot of white people would be black. Blackness is not an outfit we put on. I was born this way. This was a gift. a non refundable gift. Others wish they were given the privilege of waking up with rich history and culture running through their veins. I didn’t choose to be black but I’m damn sure being black chose me. markus pr1m3 (via mpr1m3)

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November 17th, 2013 // 1,266 notes