the first post ever on tumblr

this was why they put the reblog button on the bottom of posts


Always reblog because perfection.

I was waiting for the stupid patrick thing but yay the real post. love it.

This is sacred


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i was in a public bathroom and looked in the mirror and said “i’m too cute to be so broke” and i thought i was alone but someone in a stall said AMEN

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In regards to my pictures…


I figured I would write my thoughts on it all. After having a night to sleep on it and a day to reflect, I think there has been ample time to gather my thoughts while the encounter is still fresh.

First off, I will state that the reason I’m making light of the situation is because I don’t think what I did was wrong. To be blunt, I was proud of my progress in the gym, thought I looked hot, and wanted to share it. I’m of the mindset that whoever you are, if you are proud of your body and want to show it off, so be it! You do you. There is an odd taboo with the human form (especially in the USA) and I don’t particularly think its a good thing to teach people that you should “hide yourself” as something incredibly sacred. Blah blah blah, that’s a medieval notion.

Secondly, the real problem here was not me sending my pictures to someone, but rather, sending them to the WRONG someone. The real travesty is a misplaced trust, and while I am certainly to blame for it, it is a shame that my private life was somehow forcibly dragged into the public’s perception of me. What is wrong is that, generally I try to stay cool and collected with my prose and a role model for kids (maybe not anymore shamefully) and this seemingly inconsequential act will likely affect the youth’s impression of me. Not only that, but I worry somewhat for my artistic integrity, and my academic integrity. Not exactly ideal, but I’m to blame and I’ll look this incident in the eye like a man. I did it, but I’d be damned if I didn’t own that shit like Beyonce would want me to.

Finally though, and I think that this is the most important part, because of this, I gained 200,000 followers on twitter, 40,000 followers on tumblr, and 20,000 followers on instagram…. It seems to me that the majority of people are actually praising this act as some sort of device to receive fame (or infamy). Why? I have no clue, I don’t entirely condone it though. I’ll make it clear my intent was for this not to happen, and how it has affected me so positively is an enigma to me that rings true of the human condition. Maybe people just like to see others mess up? I’m German by blood, so I feel you on that.

tl;dr? I was proud of myself and my progress since I was 14 and husky, I’m not proud of this incident’s potential lasting effects on my academic and artistic integrity. But I’m making the best of it through humor and I’m getting this shirt made today:

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Thoughts from Thot.

Im so tired of being the person i am. The word HOE is one that i will constantly be associated with. You cant grow out of it, you cant change it, you cant forget or move on. But i feel like i have changed, I feel like i am a different person and im not getting the credit for it. Its like screaming in a muted room or having thoughts but not being able to see or hear. Im not the same person i was 4 years ago, but people still look at me like i am. Ill be promiscuous for the rest of my life even if i never touch another man. I cant keep friendships, no one will ever trust me. I will never be taken seriously. Its lonely and sad, i constantly have to question everyone’s intentions, and that is noo way to live. The world wants me to just embrace it but how can you embrace something you don’t condone. I am living for nothing, no one will ever love me again. No woman will ever want to be close to me again. I am stuck living day by day just going through the motions.


“this leaves men confused and unable to pigeonhole you. What they are forced to do instead is… take you seriously.”


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Black love.

Black poetry.

Black music.

Black art.

Black television.

All because white is default.