Shedding illusions like skins.

Brown, Kendra. Twenty-something college student. Worker of Words. Thinker. Budding Feminist. Realistic Optimist.

"Crazy shit out here in da wild, feel likes i'mma catch diabetes or some shit."

graceyu:

New favorite twitter.

Seriously? Is this for real? Can you say…..exploitation? Why not have a twitter that uplifts the youth? Oh yeah, it’s not entertaining. Never mind then. Maybe I’m overreacting, but as someone who works with underprivileged youth everyday, I see things differently— and this isn’t okay. And whoever told this person that this was acceptable needs to be slapped. 

Kendra and Quitta contemplate their move to D.C.

  • Me: Don't let Obama get elected another term!
  • Im'ma show out, looking for him all over the city.
  • Quitta: I know right. Don't let me live in the city and not get an invite to the White House...negro please. Michelle my cousin.
  • Me: HAHAHAHA. I just died laughing at you in this dunkin donuts.
  • Quitta: lol Secret Service better fall back.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson (via kari-shma)