Telling Tall Tales

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: ethiopienne: smoking and daydrinking  leads to strange confessions....

dank-potion:

ethiopienne:

smoking and daydrinking  leads to strange confessions.

very, very strange.

lol, so funny anecdote:

i got high earlier today, (because i donated blood, so i supposed i deserved to indulge since i did my good deed for humanity for the day) and i asked my dad if he’s ever…

Did you know that this is true? They will not accept your blood at a blood bank if you recently visited any place (especially East Africa) that commonly has people suffering from Malaria. The malaria parasite lives in your blood for good long while. I know I couldn’t donate anything for a long time till I could prove I’d been in the west for 5 years consecutively.

FYI: My Pet Peeve

Jezebel was not a whore.

I know that people use this name to describe someone they think is a whore or someone who betrays other people, but I think it might be appropriate to first do a little research before using the term.

Whilst I know that some have an aversion to reading lines from the not-so-holy book, that is where Jezebel if first mentioned and she is anything but a whore or a female Judas.

Some pieces of her life (if we are to take the story from the Bible, which is the only place she is EVER mentioned), are in 1 Kings 16, 17 and 18.

(What? I’m a PK, OK?)

She was strong, convincing, had her husbands ear (and heart), was a mover and shaker and did not suffer fools lightly. She died horribly, but she was NEVER EVER a whore. EVER.
 

dank-potion:

You guys wanna hear a joke?

“I’m a pro-life feminist”

That may be complete truth rather than a joke! I actually believe that pro-choicers are really pro-life and those purporting to be pro-life are actually pro-I-just-want-to-be-able-to-tell-you-what-you-MUST-do-with-your-body. I don’t believe they really care about those chirrens.

May 2
NO WAY!
I remember creeping into the kitchen in the middle of the night with a spoon and being caught by Mom with the Milo tin in my hand!
I WANT I WANT I WANT!

NO WAY!

I remember creeping into the kitchen in the middle of the night with a spoon and being caught by Mom with the Milo tin in my hand!

I WANT I WANT I WANT!

(Source: nigeriantomboy)

(Source: fitblackwomen)

(Source: nerdfit)

For a bit

I don’t think I have the constitution for tumblr.

1) open google 2) search your first name, only your first name 3) take the first picture that comes up 4) upload it to tumblr 5) this is you in 10 years

queennubian:

mrsmichaelfassbender:

viva-la-veda:

soundlyawake:

lepreas:

theweakender:

charminbear:

piss

well this is great news

I’d bone me in 10 years.

The first picture that came up was me and said “You” and that’s no fun, so here’s the second one:

Fck yeah! I’m going to be a blonde with big breasts!


I’m so icey!!!!!!

My boobs will be this pointy?! I might take out my eye!

(Source: dementorsinmypub)

yagazieemezi:

Almost there.

It is beautiful the way thick cottony hair collapses into these beautiful lines. But boy-oh-boy does it ever take FOREVER to keep away!!

yagazieemezi:

Almost there.

It is beautiful the way thick cottony hair collapses into these beautiful lines. But boy-oh-boy does it ever take FOREVER to keep away!!

Who The Hell Is Eden Hansom???: Why You're TOO Young For Marriage

edenhansom:

By: Eden Hansom

I don’t like it. I don’t agree with it. I won’t support it.

Young people who get married because they have a child together. Nope.

Young people who want to get married before either one get sent off to basic training in the military. HELL NO.

Young people who just…

The message to young people is that there is NOTHING else for you to do after you finish your education and you have NO VALUE unless you are married to someone or someone wants you.

That is why there is a popular “You ain’t got no man” or “You can’t keep a man” for women and guys are just called fags. It’s nuts.

Divorce is up to 70%. I’m not even sure why the institution exists. Imagine if there was a medicine given out that only had a 30% chance of working for you. Would you purchase it? I know I wouldn’t!

I say everyone is entitled to the myth of marital bliss.

The clear beautiful water is always a testament to how well we take care of our environment. Compare it to the Thames or Hudson. Now look again at the picture.I’m not sure how worried I am about plumbing and/or industries when I consider what might happen to this water and its continued clean state. 

The clear beautiful water is always a testament to how well we take care of our environment. Compare it to the Thames or Hudson. Now look again at the picture.

I’m not sure how worried I am about plumbing and/or industries when I consider what might happen to this water and its continued clean state.

 

(Source: worlds-cultures)

Taming it
I’ve pondered the meaning of the phraseI’m afraid it still eludes me.I cannot tame these wild African tressesLike me, they demand to be free!I’d explain it to you since you’re under a spellA trance, dark magic from othersBut I fear that your ears are stopped with waxWhy should I even bother?Just watch the soft swish of my hipsAs I turn around and sayMy coily hair is GORGEOUSAnd I love it this way.It’s a part of my soul and reflects who I amThe one that confuses youComplicated, varied, innovative, creativeOne-of-a-kind through and through.
It is black. It is bold. It is soft. It is cold.And I’ll thank you for keeping awayYour ignorance (like your hands and your mind)Forgive my frankness I pray.
My hair is drenched in love and tendernessIn hopes, dreams and old talesThey reek of tears spilled, ventures failedWisdom poured, peek behind the veil.It will not stoop to pressureNo matter how hotIt would rather break off from the rootDie and then rot 
It refuses to look like so-and-so’s hairKeeping a styleIt folds in the wind, shrinks in the rainAnd only grows wild.
So when you say “tame it”I’m not sure what you meanI’m not tame, can’t be trappedIn your hair regime.
 @ndungi2012

Taming it

I’ve pondered the meaning of the phrase
I’m afraid it still eludes me.
I cannot tame these wild African tresses
Like me, they demand to be free!

I’d explain it to you since you’re under a spell
A trance, dark magic from others
But I fear that your ears are stopped with wax
Why should I even bother?

Just watch the soft swish of my hips
As I turn around and say
My coily hair is GORGEOUS
And I love it this way.

It’s a part of my soul and reflects who I am
The one that confuses you
Complicated, varied, innovative, creative
One-of-a-kind through and through.

It is black. It is bold. It is soft. It is cold.
And I’ll thank you for keeping away
Your ignorance (like your hands and your mind)
Forgive my frankness I pray.

My hair is drenched in love and tenderness
In hopes, dreams and old tales
They reek of tears spilled, ventures failed
Wisdom poured, peek behind the veil.

It will not stoop to pressure
No matter how hot
It would rather break off from the root
Die and then rot 

It refuses to look like so-and-so’s hair
Keeping a style
It folds in the wind, shrinks in the rain
And only grows wild.

So when you say “tame it”
I’m not sure what you mean
I’m not tame, can’t be trapped
In your hair regime.

 @ndungi2012

delali:

Adowa


Dance lil’ sister!

delali:

Adowa

Dance lil’ sister!