slayboybunny:

dont ask me for relationship advice because i will always just tell you to break up w/ them and throw their shit in a dumpster because i do not understand the concept of allowing anyone to treat you poorly this is a zero tolerance zone 

isfuckingfun:

Matadero Starlets by Keith P. Rien

Anonymous said: Do you kiss and tell?

5000letters:

Worse, I write about it.

soullesschildrenn:

fawun:

therealkevincray:

ldnlove:

the dopest gif
coolest perspective in the video

THIS VIDEO WAS WAY AHEAD OF ITS TIME!

Whoa

Agreed.

soullesschildrenn:

fawun:

therealkevincray:

ldnlove:

the dopest gif

coolest perspective in the video

THIS VIDEO WAS WAY AHEAD OF ITS TIME!

Whoa

Agreed.

(Source: floridabritgirl)

(Source: flyestfemales)

2damnfeisty:

rozhanitsa:

2damnfeisty:

Nobody gives the black girl mob credit for being smart as fuck. They clown but at the end of the day they are really intelligent.

And it’s not subtle at all.
Taystee is a math prodigy in addition to being well-read, Poussey is multilingual, Cindy just knows shit, Suzanne studies Shakespeare, Watson was a good student in addition to being a track star, Vee is basically an evil genius. Piper often learns the most from them; they taught her how to fight and helped translate Pennsatucky’s biblical threat.
The show flat out acknowledges the (academic) intelligence of the black inmates time and time again, but the audience collectively ignores it.

ALL OF THIS

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It's 2:30 am

crazybeautiful1:

It’s 2:30 am, the time you decided was mine, and all I can think about is you. And how I never told you that I love you. I never told you that the way I was drawn to you defied all of the logic that I had mustered up in 22 years of life. I never told you that with every word you spoke, made me…

crissle:

efficientenough:

poopflow:

*oitnb theme song plays* *runs 3 miles* *takes 2 hour nap* *goes out to dinner* *comes back and takes a shower* *episode starts*

you’ve got time

God I hate that theme song.

When they ask me about my future wife, I always tell them that her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I tell them that she has a walk that can make an atheist believe in God just long enough to say, ‘God damn’. I tell them that if my alarm clock sounded like her voice, my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them that if she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. I tell them that if she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her, cover to cover, hoping to find typos, just so we could both have something to work on, because aren’t we all unfinished?