The Obamas inspire me. They are the epitome of what Black Love is and what it can be. My future husband and I will too be a power couple.
Unscripted.
sometimes explaining is saying too much.
haha!
i love watching proposal videos especially the ones with black couples
because people say black men arent romantic and those videos have proven them wrong
HUSBAND & WIFE
(Source: groove-theory)
Tupac Shakur with his nephew Malik Greenridge, E.D.I.’s son
Shakur Estate Calabasas, Los Angeles, California
Red Robin Racism
So am I the only one who finds this commercial to be racist? Why does the black man have to be in the middle without a burger? And if that’s not bad enough he’s wiping the mouths of the other two. Every time this comes on I get soooo mad. And there’s another commercial when a fry drops on the shirt and the white guy on the left says, “I can’t take you anywhere” to the man in the middle. This is crazy that racist commercials such as this are still playing. Although it may be said that this is not a racist matter, I’m convinced that it is. It’s obvious that the black man is getting the short end of the stick just as he does in America.
So yeah, I moved out on May 12th and it marked another significant moment in my quest toward adulthood. My room mate moved out a day before me and left me some good stuff for next year. Such as her window fan, some bins, utensils, bowls, and a microwave. Thanks roomie! Since she won’t be returning to Nova, and she lives in South America, it was only appropriate that she pass those items on to me. This was nice. However, while in the process of cleaning my room for the final time, I open the microwave door. And what I saw, life could not have prepared me for. Inside, I found the remnants of some kind of sandwich with moldy fur growing from all sides. It closely resembled the Devil. The smell was absolutely crazy. I slammed the microwave door shut and went to the other side of the room, in effort to keep from becoming nauseous. There was a monster in my microwave and it wanted me dead. I collected my senses after they had fallen, found my inner strength and proceeded to carry the microwave to the dumpster. But the story doesn’t end there. My RA stopped me on my way and convinced me that it wasn’t worth throwing the entire microwave away. Soooo I encouraged her to deal with the demon that was inside, or else it was getting pitched. Like the very kind person she is, she slayed the monster and everything was cool. My room mate was always full of nasty surprises….thanks. Here’s a picture of my face at the initial sight of the Devil.
It’s more than I had, but less than what I wanted.
That feeling when you think something is on you, but there’s actually nothing there.
