my Debut EP Then/Now out..now 💜 via @NEVERNORMALRECS 💿

RT @al4shba: Bro what is my moms problem

Dudes will ask where the bitches at but never look within

RT @ariellenyc: i wish people were enthusiastic abt being in my life rather than feeling like i’m forcing them :( oh well

sobbing

shit will feel like you just got shot in the fucking chest

i need this video surgically implanted into my eyelids

Party & Bullshit closing song of the night thank you New York

making an intergenerational dance floor dance >>>>>

this is like reverse 9/11

USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen. I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify. In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather. "Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully. "Honey, that's what it looks like." The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it." I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it. I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South. It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent. "Well?" the waitress asked. "I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed." "Everybody does, hon." Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it. Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating. I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden. It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.

Me when I realized I didn’t have to stand for the pledge and my social studies teacher argued me to the point of suspension bc they could not thoroughly explain to me why i HAD to stand up in they class

today im a New Yorker, tomorrow, im Puerto Rican

nails beach gig what a perfect day

I’ve been doing this since the summer break started and didn’t know it was a thing! I literally will inform my children I need MY TIME and go enjoy my solitude. Whew JESUS 🙌🏽

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people over 30 love typing like this..I don’t see the allure..why..

Knicks in 5 baby @elsewherespace 💿💙🧡💜