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that 00’s nostalgia kicking in. going to school riding the bus listening to music on this fucking sony minidisc my godfather brought me from boston, it came with a pair of coiled cable headphones. i didn’t, and to this day i don’t, know anyone else with a minidisc so i thought i was the shit for that.
kanye west about j dilla
a recent gift from a friend. she took like ten candid photos of me and sent me this a few days ago, like two weeks later. no idea what’s going on there or how she did it. i loved it tho. i thought it was a drawing at first.
to me, the job of the artist is to provide a useful and intelligent vocabulary for the world to be able to articulate feelings they experience everyday.
custa-me acreditar na existência de pior tortura que a de ouvir pessoas a mastigar
here’s the thing: the manifestation of racism has changed but the language has not. so if you haven’t lynched somebody then you can’t be called a racist. somebody has to be able to say that racists are not monsters. they are people with loving families, regular folk who pay taxes.
chimamanda ngozi adichie, in “americanah”