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For I am not a respondent to the inquisitive mind unless that which is brought forth allows knowledge of who i am to be known.-- New Years Eve kid--ECU

"You have no answers because you ask no questions"

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strivingking:

When you’re feeling down and out, REAL friends be like

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2damnfeisty:

Keke Palmer geting emotional in an interview with Raven Symone (x)

This is very important. I’m glad both of them had this moment. Raven has been working and grinding longer than most of us have been able to talk and walk. She deserves all the praises.

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donatellavevo:

current mood: oprah running on hot coals

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Thirty-one-year-old Yaya DaCosta, who will star as Houston, recently began shooting. Entertainment Weekly has the first image of DaCosta in all of her Whitney Houston glory – re-creating the iconic cover of the singer’s 1987 album, Whitney


I just ….. “Logs off”

Thirty-one-year-old Yaya DaCosta, who will star as Houston, recently began shootingEntertainment Weekly has the first image of DaCosta in all of her Whitney Houston glory – re-creating the iconic cover of the singer’s 1987 album, Whitney

I just ….. “Logs off”

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heybonita:

the ‘forever looking youthful and radiant’ crew.

heybonita:

the ‘forever looking youthful and radiant’ crew.

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believersneverdie5:

FUCK YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

i think we all know how much i’m going to cry in ‘the fallen son’ lets be honest.

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So blessed to be in the land of the living. #blessed #selfiesunday #me

So blessed to be in the land of the living. #blessed #selfiesunday #me

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#me  #selfiesunday  #blessed 

beenlaced:

Just look how fucking gorgeous black women are? And so many shades….

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hogislife:

We look like a happy family…. and Meme looks like the bitchy older sister who doesn’t want to take the family photo. Lol

Somebody gotta keep everybody in check!

🙌yes family photo 🙌

theblackjeangrey:

hogislife:

We look like a happy family…. and Meme looks like the bitchy older sister who doesn’t want to take the family photo. Lol

Somebody gotta keep everybody in check!

🙌yes family photo 🙌

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theblackjeangrey:

hogislife:

We so poppin. ok but look at our skin…we are so glorious and majestic. Damn.

theblackjeangrey:

hogislife:

We so poppin.

ok but look at our skin…we are so glorious and majestic. Damn.
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celestial-fox:

insearchforknowledge:

Bruce Lee had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a half minutes per mile]. 
So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.” I said, “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.” 
So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce, if I run any more”—and we’re still running—“if I run any more, I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.” 
He said, “Then die.” 
It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. 
I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” 
He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”

Text via From The Art of Expressing the Human Body by Bruce Lee and John Little

celestial-fox:

insearchforknowledge:

Bruce Lee had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a half minutes per mile].

So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.” I said, “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.”

So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce, if I run any more”—and we’re still running—if I run any more, I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.”

He said, “Then die.”

It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it.

I said, you know, “Why did you say that?”

He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.

Text via From The Art of Expressing the Human Body by Bruce Lee and John Little

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maderadearquitecto:

Thermochromic table by Jay Watson

imagine banging someone on that table

imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table

noooooo stop

Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.

What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?

aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story

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