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sixpenceee:

A couple of months ago, my friend’s cousin (a single mother) bought a new cell phone. After a long day of work, she came home, placed her phone on the counter, and went watch to TV; her son came to her and asked if he could play with her new phone. She told him not to call anyone or mess with text messages, and he agreed.
At around 11:20, she was drowsy, so she decided to tuck her son in and go to bed. She walked to his room and saw that he wasn’t there. She then ran over to her room to find him sleeping on her bed with the phone in his hand.
Relieved, she picked her phone back up from his hand to inspect it. Browsing through it, she noticed only minor changes such as a new background, banner, etc., but then she opened up her saved pictures. She began deleting the pictures he had taken, until only one new picture remained.
When she first saw it, she was in disbelief. It was her son sleeping on her bed, but the picture was taken by someone else above him… and it showed the left half of an elderly woman’s face. 




Scared the fuck out of me

french-montana-fries:

sixpenceee:

A couple of months ago, my friend’s cousin (a single mother) bought a new cell phone. After a long day of work, she came home, placed her phone on the counter, and went watch to TV; her son came to her and asked if he could play with her new phone. She told him not to call anyone or mess with text messages, and he agreed.

At around 11:20, she was drowsy, so she decided to tuck her son in and go to bed. She walked to his room and saw that he wasn’t there. She then ran over to her room to find him sleeping on her bed with the phone in his hand.

Relieved, she picked her phone back up from his hand to inspect it. Browsing through it, she noticed only minor changes such as a new background, banner, etc., but then she opened up her saved pictures. She began deleting the pictures he had taken, until only one new picture remained.

When she first saw it, she was in disbelief. It was her son sleeping on her bed, but the picture was taken by someone else above him… and it showed the left half of an elderly woman’s face. 

Scared the fuck out of me

One of my favorite movies

euph0ric-vibe:

SO FUCKING CLOSE

jdotslack:

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slashemup:

I’m a black man and it’s time to be accountable. It’s always left to black women to do and say everything. I decided to make these an post them, where i live, and travel. I want to state that the language is of this area (chicagoland) an directed solely at young black men who live here so it maybe off putting to people not from here. with that said im not posting all of the fliers here. Feel free to save. print an post these at your convince. This is part of SEU Blackstorm project. More to come.. - Yumii

You can follow our progess and future events here.

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Facebook.com/slashemuppunx

these are dope. seen em in hyde park, need to be national. yall know how it feels to see a sign defining misogyny and with a black power fist on it when youre just walking down the street?? exciting as fuck

I’m gonna start posting these around campus.

loveniaimani:

toots-toots:

Mom: Where you going 

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Cosmo Sex Tip #720

the-gloaming-beyond-the-stars:

When he gets hard, lift him up and break his back over your knee. Tell him that when Gotham is ashes, he has your permission to cum.

'Sex' doesn't sell. Erosion of female self esteem does. The feeling of superiority over women does. Turning women into 'things' to be studied, scrutinized & judged and then calling it 'sex' does.

Sex doesn’t sell. Objectification does

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PRICHARD, Alabama — Volunteers cried and hugged each other on Thursday afternoon after the body of missing 8-year-old Hiawayi Robinson was found near Rebel Road.

Around 1 p.m., a statewide missing child alert was canceled. According to the Alabama Department of Public Safety, Hiawayi had been located.

News of the discovery started trickling down shortly after officials released images of a person of interest in the case. The images were taken on Wednesday,one day after Hiawayi was last seen, Baldwin said.

In the parking lot which served as search headquarters, a volunteer hugged loved ones.

Yvonne Whitlock said she was part of the search party on Thursday and Hiawayi’s body was found behind an abandoned building on Rebel Road.

"We went out with the intent to find little Hiawayi to put her back in her mother’s arms," Whitlock said. "I have an 8-year-old son and my heart is at the bottom of my feet."

Earlier on Thursday, Hiawayi’s father, Hiawatha Robinson, pleaded for information on his daughter’s whereabouts. He said she had called on Tuesday to ask for money ahead of her birthday on Sept. 24.

She told him she was going to go play with her cousin but her grandmother, Brenda Populus, said her cousin wasn’t home.

"I just want her to come home and talk about my bald head," he said as he recalled her jovial nature. "I miss all that."

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Curve game strong.

So strong

Anonymous
asks:
For someone who doesn't have sex, you have a lot of lovers!

lovelyandbrown:

Here’s the thing, anon. Men don’t fall in love with me because of what’s in between my legs.

They love the way I sway. There’s a secret in the way I walk. It’s a melody, it’s a rhythm. When my thighs touch, a symphony of sensuality reverberates up and down my spine and into my smile. And, oh, anon. They love my smile. It can be sweet and sinister, tight lipped. It can come accompanied with a playful wink, or a smirk. It can be toothy and wide, brazen and bold. They love my mind. I’m inquisitive, I’m intelligent, I’m interesting. I’d sit for hours listening to them talk about summers with their grandma, then transition into the NFL playoff outlook, then have a rousing discourse on the merits of community property laws and round out the discussion laughing about the most ridiculous line on the latest Jeezy track. They love the fact that I’m passionate. I’m a hugger, a kisser, a grabber, a rubber, oh, baby, I am a lover in a thousand different ways with a turtleneck, snow boots, and a parka on - I don’t need to take my clothes off for this. I don’t need to show any skin for this. I’m not confident about much, but I can affirmatively say that the best lovers are the ones who can make your consciousness climax, who can send shivers down your spine via snapchat, who can make your toes curl via text, who can make your encephalon ejaculate via email. So anon sweetheart, keep your man from around me. He might wind up getting mind fucked.