Day By Day

Sam. 23. RI.
africanfashion:

Amanda shares: Last week while in the grocery store, our 5 yr old daughter Macy, home from Ethiopia almost three years, grabbed the latest issue of “O” magazine off the rack and yells, “MOMMA, LOOK! THIS LADY HAS BIG HAIR JUST LIKE ME!”. Made me (and everyone else in line) giggle. Love that my girl is proud of her big, free hair!
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Representation in the media matters!!!

africanfashion:

Amanda shares: Last week while in the grocery store, our 5 yr old daughter Macy, home from Ethiopia almost three years, grabbed the latest issue of “O” magazine off the rack and yells, “MOMMA, LOOK! THIS LADY HAS BIG HAIR JUST LIKE ME!”. Made me (and everyone else in line) giggle. Love that my girl is proud of her big, free hair!

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Representation in the media matters!!!

(via adventures-and-daisys)

mountains-crush-oceans:

artemis-devotee:

indigoswankster:

thewintersoulja:

frappemako:

the-one-inside:

someottersmarryhedgehogs:

noiselesspatientspider:

iheartuniversecookies:

angelas-extrasandstuff:

I would like to share this beautiful passage with all of you, it’s long, but worth it. And I swear to god I didn’t alter any of this. 
….
Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.
Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which is seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.
Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.
As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”
Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.
“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.Hilda looked at him expectantly.“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”
At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.
Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.
Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.
Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!
The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.
She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”
But her bed was empty.
Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.
….

DICK
ANEURYSM

GALLOPING ABS

Who told this lady she could write?

Why did she ever stop?

IT GETS WORSE THE FURTHER IN THE PASSAGE YOU GO OMG

i fukcing lost it at meat wand

HERE IS THE DRAMATIC READING

"Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.""…she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.""The poison. The poison for Kuzco, the poison chosen especially to kill Kuzco, Kuzco’s poison."

I’m pisssing myself omfg

mountains-crush-oceans:

artemis-devotee:

indigoswankster:

thewintersoulja:

frappemako:

the-one-inside:

someottersmarryhedgehogs:

noiselesspatientspider:

iheartuniversecookies:

angelas-extrasandstuff:

I would like to share this beautiful passage with all of you, it’s long, but worth it. And I swear to god I didn’t alter any of this. 

….

Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.

Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which is seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.


Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.


As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.
“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”


Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.


“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”
Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
Hilda looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”

At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.

Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.

Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.

Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!

The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.
Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.

She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”

But her bed was empty.

Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.

….

DICK

ANEURYSM

GALLOPING ABS

Who told this lady she could write?

Why did she ever stop?

IT GETS WORSE THE FURTHER IN THE PASSAGE YOU GO OMG

i fukcing lost it at meat wand

HERE IS THE DRAMATIC READING

"Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet."

"…she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment."

"The poison. The poison for Kuzco, the poison chosen especially to kill Kuzco, Kuzco’s poison."

I’m pisssing myself omfg

(Source: , via quirksandkinks)

spicy-vagina-tacos:

topitmunkeydog:

spicy-vagina-tacos:

spicy-vagina-tacos:

i am mrs nesbitt

you know, i posted this picture bc i loved my body suit and i thought everyone would enjoy it and plus it made a SICK addition to my disney clothing collection, but i got a lot of messages regarding my legs and thighs. most of them were really nice, saying, “im so glad youre so body positive!!!” “youre so brave for posting that picture, go you :))))” and stuff like that. which is nice. but, why is it “brave” for me to post a picture of myself? why is me posting a picture of my legs me being a feminist and being body positive? is seeing a thicker girl on your dash really that unnatural? me posting a picture of myself shouldnt be “brave”…. if a size 0 posted a picture like this, it wouldnt be “brave”… i dont really even know what im trying to say here.. its just funny how the minute a thicker girl posts a picture of herself, shes “brave.” we dont need to hype up when women post selfies.. tbh you guys pointing out my legs and how they looked made me feel worse.. i just want to show off my legs and not have it be some sort of feminist movement… i dont know. i appreciate the comments and compliments, i honestly do. but why did this selfie have to be “brave”?

it’s not “brave” it’s “toy story” 
do these people even know their pixar films from each other 

ITS NOT BRAVE ITS TOY STORY IM

spicy-vagina-tacos:

topitmunkeydog:

spicy-vagina-tacos:

spicy-vagina-tacos:

i am mrs nesbitt

you know, i posted this picture bc i loved my body suit and i thought everyone would enjoy it and plus it made a SICK addition to my disney clothing collection, but i got a lot of messages regarding my legs and thighs. most of them were really nice, saying, “im so glad youre so body positive!!!” “youre so brave for posting that picture, go you :))))” and stuff like that. which is nice. but, why is it “brave” for me to post a picture of myself? why is me posting a picture of my legs me being a feminist and being body positive? is seeing a thicker girl on your dash really that unnatural? me posting a picture of myself shouldnt be “brave”…. if a size 0 posted a picture like this, it wouldnt be “brave”… i dont really even know what im trying to say here.. its just funny how the minute a thicker girl posts a picture of herself, shes “brave.” we dont need to hype up when women post selfies.. tbh you guys pointing out my legs and how they looked made me feel worse.. i just want to show off my legs and not have it be some sort of feminist movement… i dont know. i appreciate the comments and compliments, i honestly do. but why did this selfie have to be “brave”?

it’s not “brave” it’s “toy story” 

do these people even know their pixar films from each other 

ITS NOT BRAVE ITS TOY STORY IM

(via adventures-and-daisys)

memewhore:

rainbowclutter:

These are the victims of the May 23, 2014 Isla Vista, CA killings. They’ll receive too little face time for their loss.

Their killer gets no face time on my blog.

memewhore:

rainbowclutter:

These are the victims of the May 23, 2014 Isla Vista, CA killings. They’ll receive too little face time for their loss.

Their killer gets no face time on my blog.

(via artbymoga)

0245am:

caraphatash:

lifeundefeated:

Yea it’s clearly our “generation that’s making homosexuality a trend.” Seriously, pisses me off when people say that. look at this! It’s always been around, it’s not a trend, it’s real. It’s beautiful.

I mean, in stories even Zeus had male lovers, so it’s nothing new

sweetest photos

(Source: babycocodill, via bearded-glory)