1. lickystickypickyshe:

We got some fresh cookies to survive.

    lickystickypickyshe:

    We got some fresh cookies to survive.

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  2. Fluff rice with a fork, never stir it with a spoon.
    Vaseline is the best night time eye cream on the market.
    You can buy alcohol and chips with your parents’ gas station credit cards.
    If you force something, you’ll break it. That could be good or bad.
    It’s important to read the care tags on your clothing and follow those instructions.
    Related: don’t wash and dry j. crew wool sweaters.
    Changing your car’s oil is not optional.
    Whatever physical objects you acquire you will one day have to put into a box and move.
    You’re allowed to disagree with negative feedback.
    It’s always worth reading the instruction manual.
    Nostalgia, like any drug, can be a poison or a remedy.
    Pets are like human friends but better in every conceivable way.
    Good doctors listen more than they talk.
    You can’t fix a burned roux.
    Floss.
    Just because someone is an authority figure does not mean they are intelligent/competent/right.
    Measure twice, cut once.
    Get your nice jeans and dress pants tailored by a professional.
    If you’re uncomfortable wearing it you will not look good.
    You’re not required to drink alcohol while in a bar.
    There are a few things that cure all ills: the beach, your favorite album on vinyl, and fresh garlic.
    Kindness is not weakness.
    Baking soda is not baking powder.
    Taking Excedrin P.M. while still in public is not advisable.
    Terrible people will succeed. Wonderful people will fail. The world is not fair.
    Appropriate footwear is always key.
    You can absolutely be too forgiving.
    Real humor punches up, not down.
    Reading the assigned chapters will actually help you learn the material.
    There are no adults. Everyone is as clueless as you are.
    Applying eyeliner well is a timeless art.
    You can always leave. Awkward dates, suffocating jobs, hometowns that you outgrow, relationships that aren’t growing in the right direction.
    You can always come home again.
    But it won’t be the same.
    Life is too short for bad books, boring movies, shitty people, and margarine.
    Never underestimate the importance of eyebrows.

    36 Things I Wish I Figured Out Sooner - Whitney Kimball  (via seabelle)

    "Pets are like human friends but better in every conceivable way."

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  7. flyartproductions:

Showing off your ass, cause you’re thinking it’s a trend (girlfriend)
Grande Odalisque, Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres (1814) / Doo Wop, Lauryn Hill

    flyartproductions:

    Showing off your ass, cause you’re thinking it’s a trend (girlfriend)

    Grande Odalisque, Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres (1814) / Doo Wop, Lauryn Hill

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  8. geneticandunattainable:

    You know I only say it ‘cause I’m truly genuine
    Don’t be a hard rock when you really are a gem
    Babygirl, respect is just a minimum

    Words to live by

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  9. iambjde:

    Ready Or Not | The Fugees

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  10. Intelligence is sexy. Don’t play stupid.

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    From the wise mind of user keep-that-pussyyy-wet

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  11. xosippin:

xosippin'

This woulda been a significantly better album cover for BTI. I hate having to look at his salty ass face staring back at me everytime I go to skip a track.

    xosippin:

    xosippin'

    This woulda been a significantly better album cover for BTI. I hate having to look at his salty ass face staring back at me everytime I go to skip a track.

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  12. unforgettablemusiclyrics:

Childish Gambino..

    unforgettablemusiclyrics:

    Childish Gambino..

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  13. theblackguyoncommunity:

Heartbeat by Childish Gambino [x]

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    Heartbeat by Childish Gambino [x]

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  14. god-body:

    "This is on a bus back from camp. I’m thirteen and so are you. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four other dudes I hadn’t met yet, running around all summer, getting into trouble. It turned out it would be me and just one girl. That’s you. And we’re still at camp as long as we’re on the bus and not at the pickup point where our parents would be waiting for us. We’re still wearing our orange camp t-shirts. We still smell like pineneedles. I like you and you like me and I more-than-like you, but I don’t know if you do or don’t more-than-like me. You’ve never said, so I haven’t been saying anything all summer, content to enjoy the small miracle of a girl choosing to talk to me and choosing to do so again the next day and so on. A girl who’s smart and funny and who, if I say something dumb for a laugh, is willing to say something two or three times as dumb to make me laugh, but who also gets weird and wise sometimes in a way I could never be. A girl who reads books that no one’s assigned to her, whose curly brown hair has a line running through it from where she put a tie to hold it up while it was still wet

    Back in the real world we don’t go to the same school, and unless one of our families moves to a dramatically different neighborhood, we won’t go to the same high school. So, this is kind of it for us. Unless I say something. And it might especially be it for us if I actually do say something. The sun’s gone down and the bus is quiet. A lot of kids are asleep. We’re talking in whispers about a tree we saw at a rest stop that looks like a kid we know. And then I’m like, “Can I tell you something?” And all of a sudden I’m telling you. And I keep telling you and it all comes out of me and it keeps coming and your face is there and gone and there and gone as we pass underneath the orange lamps that line the sides of the highway. And there’s no expression on it. And I think just after a point I’m just talking to lengthen the time where we live in a world where you haven’t said “yes” or “no” yet. And regrettably I end up using the word “destiny.” I don’t remember in what context. Doesn’t matter. Before long I’m out of stuff to say and you smile and say, “okay.” I don’t know exactly what you mean by it, but it seems vaguely positive and I would leave in order not to spoil the moment, but there’s nowhere to go because we’re are on a bus. So I pretend like I’m asleep and before long, I really am.

    I wake up, the bus isn’t moving anymore. The domed lights that line the center aisle are all on. I turn and you’re not there. Then again a lot of kids aren’t in their seats anymore. We’re parked at the pick-up point, which is in the parking lot of a Methodist church. The bus is half empty. You might be in your dad’s car by now, your bags and things piled high in the trunk. The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking and laughing and taking their sweet time disembarking as I swing my legs out into the aisle to get up off the bus, just as one of them reaches my row. It used to be our row, on our way off. It’s Michelle, a girl who got suspended from third grade for a week after throwing rocks at my head. Adolescence is doing her a ton of favors body-wise. She stops and looks down at me. And her head is blasted from behind by the dome light, so I can’t really see her face, but I can see her smile. And she says one word: “destiny.” Then her and the girls clogging the aisles behind her all laugh and then she turns and leads them off the bus. I didn’t know you were friends with them.

    I find my dad in the parking lot. He drives me back to our house and camp is over. So is summer, even though there’s two weeks until school starts. This isn’t a story about how girls are evil or how love is bad, this is a story about how I learned something and I’m not saying this thing is true or not, I’m just saying it’s what I learned. I told you something. It was just for you and you told everybody. So I learned cut out the middle man, make it all for everybody, always. Everybody can’t turn around and tell everybody, everybody already knows, I told them. But this means there isn’t a place in my life for you or someone like you. Is it sad? Sure. But it’s a sadness I chose. I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit. But that’s not true. The truth is I got on the bus a boy. And I never got off the bus. I still haven’t.” - Donald Glover

    Honestly, this monologue is what propelled “camp” into my top15. It tied up what the whole album was hinting and put such a positive note on such a shitty situation a lot of us have been in before.

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  15. decondition-yourself:

http://decondition-yourself.tumblr.com/

    decondition-yourself:

    http://decondition-yourself.tumblr.com/

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