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buttondownmoda:

Billie Holiday’s ankles.

When i was 15 i would listen to this on loop and wonder how I would ever solo like coltrane. not that i can. not that i could. my alto sax is now dusty and i am old.

(Source: marksbirch)

He was the first man I’d met who wasn’t afraid of me.
by

-Hillary Clinton

this is what I’ve been looking for.

(via foxxxynegrodamus)

reblogged again for emphasis and to affirm it into the world

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akuavaughan:

smidgetz:

Nouveau Noir for the fancy motherfuckers out there that love french and can’t speak it.

je suis nouveau noir. 

combien?????

smidgetz:

Nouveau Noir for the fancy motherfuckers out there that love french and can’t speak it.

coolboyclub:

*applies for job*
*scratches out Black and writes New Black*
*gets job instantly*

(via aqoon)

I’ve got a dream job, they ain’t hiring but I hope I can convince them with my passion and possibly threaten stalking?

negropean:

pussylipgloss:

who do you think is in pharrell’s hat controlling his thoughts ??

Lupe Fiasco

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new black, post-black, never was black, forgot my pigmentation. when i say i’m black i’m mean the inverse because i’m rich and people pay for my irony.

meoutsideofme:

Gil Scott-Heron, A Very Precious Time, Winter in America, 1974.