issarae:

Here’s a little rap I wrote in promotion of Season 2 of ABG, which premieres on Pharrell’s iamOTHER channel! You want to know what DATE Season 2 premieres? WATCH THE VIDEO! bitly.com/KzmNeH

issarae:

“Live fast, die young, bad girls, do it well”

FUNNY. Same could be said for Boston, Houston, and Miami. Lol

ladiescallmeteddybear:

Pretty girls SPREAD OUT! (by thosegirlsarewild)

I need to move to Toronto. 

(via thosegirlsarewild)

liveyourmflife:

Ever wonder how bad guys turn good girls, into bad girls…who turn good guys, into assholes…. who turn good girls, into bad girls….who turn good guys, into assholes…who turn good girls, into….

…you get it.

xo

cartermagazine:

FOR ALL THE WINTERS

Since 1999, millions of women and men all over the world have read and shared Sister Souljah’s urban classic The Coldest Winter Ever. We heard that Jada Pinkett Smith and HBO were working to bring the text to the screen and we casted it in our minds, on our blogs, at cafeteria tables and in beauty salons. We have been waiting anxiously for 11 years. Between Simon & Schuster’s first publishing and today, the power of the mouse click has mobilized tens of millions to put a president in office, made Youtube superstars, and generated an international campaign to save a deathrow inmate’s life. Fans of Paranormal Activity were at the source of its spread. Fans of The Game got it back on television. Fans of Lupe Fiasco successfully got his sophomore album off of a record exec’s “shelf”. It is time for you to add your voice to the campaign to urge Sister Souljah and filmmakers to get this important story to a theater near you.

CLICK ON THE LINK TO ADD YOUR VOICE!

- CARTER Magazine

jasfly:

REALEST SHIT I’VE EVER WRITTEN: PART IV

I was 14. I don’t think I could ever forget it, even if I tried. It was October 21, 1994. Around 11pm – one hour left of my birthday – she hadn’t called. My mother.

Looking back over my life, I’ve got two sets of childhood memories: The ones I never want to forget and the ones I’d give anything not to remember.

That night I cried for hours. How could she forget? Shit, she was there. Sweated, pushed and cried me out. That’s a feeling I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. But just as I was about to lose myself in the sheer hurt of it all, Helen Rose came into the room, carrying a small stack of pictures. It was long past her bedtime, she was well into her 70’s by then. Her own children grown and gone, she was well within her right to enjoy her golden years in peace. Yet here she was, sitting on the edge of the bed with me, showing me baby pictures I didn’t even know existed.

We sat there until the tears stopped, until I laughed at how much I looked like both my parents, until that gaping hole inside of me that can only be filled by a mother, closed.

I have very few regrets in my life. I have been and continue to be incredibly blessed. But if there is one thing I wish I could change, it’s her leaving this Earth before I was able to say to her ‘Look what you’ve done. I got you.’

*I guess I can’t understand the complaint over the ‘sudden’ tenderness and vulnerability in Hip Hop - an art form created to speak to those who’d otherwise gone overlooked. I’d never told that story until this track spoke to me. So I guess it doesn’t get more Hip Hop than that.

vintageblackglamour:

Dorothy Dandridge and Harry Belafonte in an offstage moment from “Carmen Jones”. 1954.

(via dreamhampton1)

msrheaofsunshine:

I watch these re runs faithfully

(via india617)

viva-la-tee:

Erykah Badu.

(Source: weird-mentality, via fly-chick-kweli)