My supreme tank top ripped
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Good Charlotte | Riot Girl
My girl’s
A hot girl
A hood rat who needs an attitude adjustment
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My heart hurts
Being a brown girl and tryin to voice your opinion while being put down as “too loud” “too passionate” and “too radical” takes a toll on me
if you were to leave, fulfill someone else’s dreams, i think i might totally be lost.
city and colour, “the girl” (via thebusstopworld)
- Bruno Mars: I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad.
- Girl: yeah, me to... I need new clothes.
- Bruno Mars: no you don't. Cuz girl ur amazing just the way you are.
- Girl: really? You're like the only one who thinks that. Will you marry me?
- Bruno Mars: No, but I'll catch a grenade for ya.
- Girl: really? Even today?
- *Girl gets hit by grenade*
- Bruno Mars: today I don't feel like doing anything.
This song though!
replace the want with need.
I don’t want a girl who will get high with me.
I want a girl who can jam out to the same music I jam out to, or a girl who just knows how to have a good time. I want a girl who’ll give me a reason to actually quit smoking weed to get shit off my mind.
Brown girl
Wow, digging through my files and look what I found! Its like the brown girls equivilant to emo poetry. Damn I was so pissed at the girl who said this stuff. Enjoy my old ass poetry. Hopefully I write better now.
brown girl.
I’m a brown girl.
I know sometimes it’s hard to tell
but I’m still brown
I still rock the brown like it’s nobody’s
business
and it ain’t
your business
how brown I am.
So often I go ahead and indulge your questions—even your snarky remarks.
I’m not talking about those unchecked white privileged masses bearing down on me.
No I’m talking ‘bout other brown folk
asking—alluding—
even undermining
how brown I am.
So what if I look as white as that girl over their—how do you know she ain’t brown either.
don’t be judgin’
hatin’
on your own brown—
skin only goes so far—I get that you question if I’m with it.
like if I can speak the language
como tu
pero
so what if I can’t
cause I can’t—just to be clear
I’m tired of feeling guilty that my mother never taught me, that my own body rejected the words when I was young.
That what I know now was learned for a grade.
I’m tired of feeling less brown porque you can dialogue in exclusion
fuck that—
chingada
I know you question if I know the difference between chicano/latino/Hispanic/xican@/spanish/indigena
—but I don’t have to know the history of la raza to know that it hurts
to be excluded
it hurts to be too little or too much of something.
I get too that to you it matters if I can tell the difference—I might then earn my
brown card.
I’m not calling you out girl, but the other night when I said “us three brown girls” and you said
“three, I don’t see three”
I could have stolen your smile and cut you all over so you could feel the
little wounds you left all over
my brown skin.
You back tracked as soon as I showed the brown girl pain in my eyes
and wouldn’t roll over.
You made some comment about “it’s all good, your family picture shows you’re legit”
my family picture shouldn’t have to legitimize me.
For people who work so strongly for la raza—you sure forget to be sensitive, you forget that
brown is a state of mind
brown is an experience
brown don’t mean shit if you don’t identify with it—yes the world will never let me forget I’m “other” —but that doesn’t mean we are all brown, brown and down. Not just “other.”
I’m a brown girl
I do more than just fight for la raza, I live it, and I let it live in a continuum of experiences, shades, and voices.
I am a brown girl
I know sometimes it’s hard to tell
but I’m still brown
I still rock the brown like it’s nobody’s business
and it ain’t
your business
how brown I am.
You say you’re sick of me and I say I’m sick of you
But we crazy ‘bout eachother, girl, what we gon’ do?
Said I needed you to leave, but I hate to see you go
Can’t make up my mind, girl, I just don’t know
I wanna make this work but I’m sick of the struggle
Girl, what I gotta do to make you realize I love you?
I ain’t gon’ lie, sometimes I just don’t feel you
But find another man, and I just might kill you
(via talieee)
Only Girl In The World Rihanna
been stuck in my head for like a week now
Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex[…]Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. “Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.”
Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men — friends, coworkers, strangers — giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watching too many movies written by socially awkward men who like to believe this woman exists and might kiss them.
Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn (via missespeon)
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