hey. hey. stop scrolling for a sec.
breathe. you’ve made it so far this year. you’ve gotten through so many things that you thought you wouldn’t, and you’ll continue to get though this, whatever it is. i know you can. i believe in you, and i’m so, so proud of you. i know it probably seems impossible, but it’s going to be ok. it’s going to be ok.
breathe in, breath out. and just keep breathing. we’re gonna get there.
The first Glastonbury (it was called the Pilton Pop blues and folk…) festival (1970)
Nicki Minaj, born into poverty in Trinidad with a crack addicted father who worked her ass off pretty much by her damn self to become successful in the most male dominated music genre tries to start a conversation about racism in the music industry. Miley Cyrus, white child from Tennessee, who became famous from a Disney show her rich father got for her and then re-launched her career by sticking a foam finger up her vagina tries to tell Nicki how she should and should not address racism.
The tea is too damn hot.
Read this, learn this, and remember this when they call Nicki an angry bitch tomorrow.
Sleeping next to someone you care about is probably one of the best feelings in the world.
“Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.”
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