makomori:

lianne la havas midriff appreciation post

I’ll tell you the most believable thing about [Orange Is The New Black] is the idea that Piper only got 15 months for running dope money…I’m a white blonde girl who went out and willfully fucked up and committed armed robbery, and I got five years. There were tons of black girls in my prison who were holding onto a bag of dope for a couple of days, and they always seemed to get, like, 10 years. If you ever find yourself in prison and wonder why there’s tension between white and black, shit like that is probably one of the reasons.
Critics That ‘Orange is the New Black’ Can’t Win Over? The Formerly Incarcerated (via letterstomycountry)

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Wayne Lawrence

Orchard Beach: The Bronx Riviera

Although New York’s Bronx is considered one of the most diverse communities in America out of which many subcultures originated, such as Hip Hop and Salsa, it’s still viewed as a no man’s land by many of the city’s inhabitants. Perhaps it is a matter of simple geography that many refuse to venture to the northernmost of the city’s five boroughs or, quite possibly, it may be the Borough’s malevolent reputation lingering from its tumultuous past.

From its earliest years, the Bronx has been a hotbed of immigrant working class families, but its image has largely been defined by the urban blight of the late 1960’s through to the 1980’s when arson, drug addiction and social neglect decimated many of its neighborhoods. For the families who have called this scarred landscape home, Orchard Beach, the only beach in the borough, was and remains a treasured respite from the sweltering confines of the concrete jungle. Built in the 1930s by urban planner Robert Moses, the beach carries the stigma as being one of the worst in New York and is commonly known as Horseshit Beach or Chocha Beach.

I began shooting portraits of Orchard Beach’s summertime regulars in 2005 shortly after moving to New York, realizing that the stigma attached to this oasis was largely unjustified - I felt compelled to engage with this community of working class families and colorful characters. The photographs in ‘Orchard Beach – The Bronx Riviera’ celebrate the pride and dignity of the beach’s visitors, working-class people.

Immediately catching the viewer’s eye is the extravagant style of many of the photographs’ subjects – a quest for identity and sense of belonging. Some individuals carry scars and markings that hint to their own personal histories, which often reflect the complex history of the borough itself. Within the gaze of those portrayed we see a community standing in defiance of popular opinion.

The six years I spent photographing Orchard Beach have not only given me the time and space to reflect on the importance of family and community, but also a sense of belonging and purpose. After having experienced the most profound grief when my older brother was brutally murdered, photography has not only offered me an opportunity to give a voice to a community often misunderstood but also a means of healing from the loss experienced.

— Wayne Lawrence / INSTITUTE

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23 plays Progress Of Elimination Bo$$ Born Gangstaz

rasdivine:

Bo$$ - Progress Of Elimination

31 plays Don't Panic Coldplay Parachutes

smallasteroid:

"Oh, all that I know
There’s nothing here to run from
‘Cos yeah, everybody here’s got somebody to lean on”


soylasirena:

Hawk House, “Tidal Tendencies”


kimmyameli:

She’s so perfect.

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  • boys: if ur slutty enough to send a nude pic then u deserve to have it shared everywhere lmao
  • boys: please send me nudes baby you're so beautiful i just wanna see more of you please baby i thought you loved me

ms-mix-remixed:

today I just

want to look like what I “should”

dont look at me

no where you froms

no what are you

please just tell me

you recognize me

by my smile or my laugh

ive looked

all over for a sign or a hint

between my toes

the curve in my palm

under my tongue

between each strand of hair

and even now your nails sctrach my scalp wrist deep in my grey matter looking as I looked for the thing that makes you smile Hey sister! sistah proof of kinship and I found what we were looking for behind my eyes I was told once that I laughed like a Black woman it is not much to know I cry like one too

thawrah:

thawrah:

i just went on a huge twitter rant…oops

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