Stuff you say to dogs sounds super weird if you say man instead of boy…
[[crouches down and looks a beagle dead in the eye]]
“you’re a good man”
I swear to god if this post is the most popular thing I ever do I’m going to be really really sad.
Stuff you say to dogs sounds super weird if you say man instead of boy…
[[crouches down and looks a beagle dead in the eye]]
“you’re a good man”
I swear to god if this post is the most popular thing I ever do I’m going to be really really sad.

Also, I’m now convinced that Ture and Hamilton could see the future with astonishing accuracy
Kwame Ture and Charles V. Hamilton, “Black Power: The Politics of Liberation,” 1967, pg. 83 (in 1992 edition)
“the pepsi generation” as a slogan was an attempt to recuperate the idea of the revolutionary generation that was part of vietnam war resistance and the civil rights movement in the 60s and 70s. “pepsi generation” ads appeared in the early to mid 70s, portraying young (white) hippies, the “counterculture”, as a depoliticized “diverse” orgy of consumption in a way that prefigures the broad rendering of the “me generation” as a turn away from radical politics and toward consumer society. which is to say: this isn’t so much prescient as it is a repetition: pepsi has appropriated black struggle before.
“I think this professor might be a Marxist.”
*googles him*
*finds out he participated in the Cuban Revolution at 17 but was imprisoned for deserting after his best friend was killed*
“Called it.”
Is making me cry… like a lot… it’s really good though.
Do you want tankies?
Do actual research and use accurate numbers, not guesswork or wild exaggerations.

What if really long unpainted #acrylics became a #style idea?
There are the gnawed upon bones of animals covering the floor beside my bed. I trip over them when I enter the room in the dark.
I’m not a fairytale monster, I just have a dog that likes hiding his marrow bones in his blankie beside the bed.
There are the gnawed upon bones of animals covering the floor beside my bed. I trip over them when I enter the room in the dark.
I think I’ll call the embarrassing 12 year old aspect of my shadow self Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way
