Kola and I were on our way to see Laverne Cox’s speech but we were in some mad traffic in the middle of this rich neighborhood. We coast along and see this dude all done up in a damn cummerbund ffs sitting on his vintage mustang looking up at the sky with his eyes closed, obviously distressed that his car wasn’t working and that’s when i saw for the first time how rich white people deal with their problems and by that i mean that they don’t
|—||Realest shit I’ve heard all morning. (via corivicious)|
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I met Laverne Cox today and she said my name and she’s just a calm presence, it’s great. By-passed U of R security to get to her, they ain’t shit.
I’m for real tryna be Vasquez.
me: stop being racist please
family: listen… liberal hippie trash ….u dont know anything abotu the world….
this one time in Guat I ate part of this weird ass succulent during a group dinner cos i had to prove to everyone i don’t back down to a food dare and i ended up getting the weirdest sensation in my mouth for the rest of the night i thought i was slowly dying from the plant so i went home while they went to get drinks thinking i’d swear off food dares forever but everything turned out ok so i think i’d take another dare if given the opportunity