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wearethe99percent:

I am 32 years old. I have $0.69 in my savings account, bald tires on my car, go to work everyday with holes in my clothes, am not sure how I will go food shopping this week or buy a birthday present for my daughter next week.

I am the 99%…

And I am absolutely freakin terrified!!!

(via dopegirlfresh)

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Quickie Hot Sauce On The Fly

bellysoulgourmet:



2 TBSP dried cayenne pepper 
3 TBPS apple cider vinegar
dash dried garlic 
salt & pepper to taste
lemon juice to taste & if you’re one of those,
1/2 Tsp. palm or coconut sugar, brown rice syrup or honey   

(via dreamhampton1)

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Passion, Pain, & Pleasure.. Fall in Love with Me: This is supposedly The Formula of Nicki Minaj Rhymes

The guide to nicki minaj type rhymes.

You’re Nicki Minaj (or any Young Money rapper) and you have to write a 16-bar verse in 5 minutes.

Simple.

You’re writing 16 lines, so that’s 4 rhyme series.

Lines 1-4: Rhyme Series A, 5-8: Rhyme Series B, 9-12: Rhyme Series C, 13-16: Rhyme Series D

(Source: fuckyeahfamousblackgirls, via swelldelvin)

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… I’m hard at work over here. *muttley laugh*

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i know, Clara. Me too.

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allegedlyofcourse:

Ex-Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick this morning seen leaving Southern Michigan Correctional Facility in Jackson after being released from prison. (David Coates/The Detroit News)

Former Detroit Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick was released from prison today after serving 14 months in prison. My question is, which NFL team will he be playing for this season? Ha! Kwame Kilpatrick back.

Hahaha.. my nigga. #KilpatrickBack

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lyriciss:

Dude. Get. The f*ck. Away from me. Now.

(via allegedlyofcourse)

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My Morning’s Indulgence..

My grief is a thing apart from myself
A hovering ghost
Sometimes tame, most oft clambering
Beseeching
Begging examination
before indulgence
Just before.
My grief is self- aware
Self conscious and yet self impressed
Like a young horse learning its legs
Or a young girl seeing her new curves in the eyes of heretofore unseeing men
My grief dances along the shores of fullness, suspecting and wanting to know its power
Begging me to free it from the jeweled box in which I have contained it
Longing to lure me into its abyss
And I compromise by keeping it in a beautiful, turning box
right at the edges of my mind.

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