1. Forever repost, because this is forever relevant. #neverforget #timehop

     
  2. Each and every day, I aspire to be more like Leslie Knope.

    (Source: kaatnisseverdeen, via thingsmakemehappy)

     
  3. chroniclebooks:

    "Creativity or talent, like electricity, is something I don’t understand but something I’m able to harness and use. While electricity remains a mystery, I know I can plug into it and light up a cathedral or a synagogue or an operating room and use it to help save a life. Or I can use it to electrocute someone. Like electricity, creativity makes no judgment. I can use it productively or destructively. The important thing is to use it. You can’t use up creativity. The more you use it, the more you have."

    —Maya Angelou

    via BrainPickings.org

    (via becauseiamawoman)

     
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  5. gradientlair:

    Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928-May 28, 2014). Dancer. Singer. Poet. Author. Speaker. Educator. Creative. Inspirer. Mother. Black woman. Beautiful. She means so much to me. Everything. May she rest in peace. 

    "My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style."

    Rest in peace. The world is a stronger place for having you in it.

    (via internal-acceptance-movement)

     

  6. "

    You may write me down in history

    With your bitter, twisted lies,

    You may trod me in the very dirt

    But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

    Does my sassiness upset you?

    Why are you beset with gloom?

    ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

    Pumping in my living room.

    Just like moons and like suns,

    With the certainty of tides,

    Just like hopes springing high,

    Still I’ll rise.

    Did you want to see me broken?

    Bowed head and lowered eyes?

    Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

    Weakened by my soulful cries?

    Does my haughtiness offend you?

    Don’t you take it awful hard

    ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

    Diggin’ in my own backyard.

    You may shoot me with your words,

    You may cut me with your eyes,

    You may kill me with your hatefulness,

    But still, like air, I’ll rise.

    Does my sexiness upset you?

    Does it come as a surprise

    That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

    At the meeting of my thighs?

    Out of the huts of history’s shame

    I rise

    Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

    I rise

    I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

    Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

    I rise

    Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

    I rise

    Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

    I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

    I rise

    I rise

    I rise.

    "
     
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  8. In Which I #Waterlogue A Photo Of Roses For Your Entertainment.

    Tagged #waterlogue
     
  9. We ALL know it’s poor Kelly Rowland inside that creepy-as-hell rabbit suit. Blue is clearly terrified. 

    (Source: beyonce)

     
  10. lanadelrey:

    WEST COAST. http://lanadel.re/WESTCOAST

    YES GIRL.