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#nutmeg from #jamaica

#nutmeg from #jamaica


Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything

"Tonight, I sat in a room full of the ghosts that haunt my dreams; the ghosts that make me kick the man I love in my sleep. He pulls me closer he says, when I kick and start to talk while I sleep; he says I sound scared. He’s memorized the patterns of my mumbling and the aggressiveness of my kicking legs, he knows the difference between bad dreams and nightmares. The first time, he asked if I was having a nightmare; he described my kicking legs and punching hands, my petrified mummers, and consistent frown; I sobbed for hours after. He has stopped asking if I had a bad dream when I wake up, instead he just holds me a little tighter.

Tonight, I heard a man say that all women were gold diggers; and maybe, I am digging for gold, maybe we all are. Maybe that’s why our nails are broken and dirty, maybe that’s why there are cracks in our throats and blood on our lips. Maybe we’re all digging for the golden parts of ourselves that you’ve buried so deep in your soil; in your cemetery.

There are nights when I whisper in the dark about old bruises and scraped knees; about blood in my mouth and between my thighs. There are nights when I talk about the parts of myself I’ve lost; the golden parts of myself I used to call my own, but lost them to the wolves I’ve loved. And those nights, I fall asleep with clenched fists, and wake up with dirt under my nails and a shovel under my bed." - gold digger. (via looking-for-jillian)


guys this super cute black girl came in my store with big, beautiful, natural hair and she was showing off her new red dress and i told her “you look so beautiful, just like annie!” and she and her mom didn’t know about the new movie coming out so i showed her the trailer and she said “mommy she looks just like me!” and her smile was so fucking huge

don’t tell me representation isn’t important




I want a superhero movie where the hero dies in the first ten minutes and the woman who was supposed to be the love interest puts on his costume and becomes an even better hero.

I want all of the advertising to be for the hero and none of the marketing to even allude to this death.

imagine all the male tears

#separationanxiety #bananas #brothers

#separationanxiety #bananas #brothers







Client: “I just want you to know that we here at the company really frown on office romances.”

Me: “That won’t be an issue. I’m already in a steady relationship.”

Client: “Well, then that’s just disgusting what you did!”

Me: “What?”

Client: “I wasn’t going to mention it, but now I feel…

Honest-to-god conversation with a new client 


Client: “I hate the color yellow. Don’t ever use it. Nothing good has ever been yellow: urine, dead skin, um, hippy’s shirts, the desert… you get the point.”

Me: “What about lions?”

Client: “Lions are just fruity tigers.”




When a plan goes off without a hitch when it shouldn’t have worked at all.




I see how it is. Rihanna can wear a shiny, completely transparent dress in public and everyone loves it, but when I did it, I was “wasting saran wrap” and “ruining Easter, Daniel.”