native, latina, and black girls have been pushing boundaries and trends with what little monetary means we have for as long as the collective american fashion memory exists; it’s been us who have been making and wearing jewelry considered gaudy, cheap, and obnoxious, it’s been us making fashion statements our of dollar tube tops and high waisted leggings, it’s been us doing our hair tight or big, we are the origin of resourcefulness, girls on reservations and in the poorest neighborhoods were drawing on their beauty marks and getting glossy long before girls on instagram, we are queens of the dollar store and beauty shop, and it astounds me that not only are these looks being taken without a nod to the source, they are being put at designer price points. meanwhile we’re still out here doing our highlighter with two dollar shimmer eye shadow and scrubbing thrifted white adidas shoes clean with plastic toothbrushes, and we’re looking great
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AMEN. STILL scrubbing with a toothbrush
My style isn’t even my style, I cant afford my actual style
this the most accurate shit
yes
i’ve been trying to explain this
Skinny, tall guys almost always have thick dicks. Explain this.
I think it just looks like that cause their legs are so skinny
for carefree black girls
Here’s to the carefree black girls who make mistakes.
To the girls who drown their depression
with one too many shots
and throw up at their ex’s feet,
the girls who reblog natural hair
but tug at their 4c roots, wishing it were
long,
straight,
good.
Here’s to the girls who might like girls
and who tell other girls
that ‘It gets better!’—
Meanwhile they’re healing
the bruises of their mothers’
‘God can change you!’
Here’s to the girls who have stopped
going to church
but not stopped looking for God:
to the girls who lie awake panicking
that they’re going to hell.
Here’s to the girls who can’t bring
themselves to watch Sandra Bland,
who’ve stopped reblogging Black Lives Matter
because they’ve gone numb.
Here’s to the girls who clench their fists
when white people walk by
and the girls who secretly wonder
if black girls deserve it.
Here’s to the girls whose mothers
have given them containers of
sticky yellow skin bleach.
Here’s to the girls who use it
‘only to clear acne scars’
but who relish in the fact
that their new skin glows in the darkness.
Here’s to the girls whose acne scars
form angry red constellations,
the girls who sleep in makeup
and the girls too afraid
to wear short sleeves;
no one told you
that those scars can reach the elbow.
Here’s to the girls who wish
they were boys
but never want to be men,
and the girls who squeeze their legs together
whenever a man walks by.
Here’s to girls who flinch in the mirror.
Here’s to the girls who are so damn tired.
Here’s to the girls who are so damn manic.
Here’s to the girls who are so damn fat
and so damn skinny
on the same day.
Here’s to the girls who can’t go on
but go on,
who preach forgiveness but can’t forgive themselves.
Here’s to the carefree black girls
whose freedom comes at a price.
Here’s to the carefree black girls
who never feel carefree.
i support girls anger. i support girls who yell. i support girls who get called bitches and cunts at parties because they’ll swear at guys who won’t leave them alone. i support girls who don’t believe in second chances and cut off people who hurt them. i support girls who say no the first time and flip you off if you ask them again. i support girls who will never allow themselves to be pushovers and constantly get shit for it. you’re fucking incredible.
الجمال جمال الروح
The real beauty is the beauty of the soul.
let girls be ugly ,let girls not care about their appearance, let girls be beautiful in ways that aren’t considered beautiful
I think even more so than dreams occurring in sleep, daydreams convey your desires. Pay attention to what you are visualizing, it is not just your mind roaming.

