So I was on the train today and these two black guys were having a conversation not even that loud and said “nigga” like once when this white lady turns around and says “How do you think MLK Jr. would feel about you using that kind of language” and one of the guys snaps back and said “Idk maybe if your people didn’t shoot him I would know”
(via ryaninwonderland)
have you ever thought you meant a lot to someone and then you find out that you’re just one person out of so many others that they talk to, and compared to the way they talk to the other people, you’re really just nothing?
(Source: s-a-m-m-a-e-l, via shutupfaggot)
"It’s 11 am and I’m sitting in a restaurant
3 beers in. Believe me, even I’m surprised
I’m still alive sometimes.
I have been drinking about you for 2 days.
Lately you remind me of a wild thing
chewing through its foot. But you
are already free and I don’t know what to do
except trace the rough line of your jaw
and try not to place blame.
Here is the truth: It is hard to be in love
with someone who is in love someone else.
I don’t know how to turn that into poetry."
- Clementine von Radics (via druggsnothugs)
(via ni-treba)
