Nothing is more destructive to a community, to creativity, than the desire to be seen as a good person and the deceptions that are mobilized to make that happen.
Runaway ft. Pusha T by Kayne West
And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong
You been puttin’ up with my shit just way too long
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, and don’t put up with people that are reckless with yours.
"My style is too cold / Always forever like Luther / But it ain’t original / because I stole it from the future" Video has surfaced of a 19-year-old Kanye West freestyling at the now-defunct Fat Beats record store in Greenwich Village, 1996. (via the New York Daily News)
Majid Jordan - Her
Beauty privilege is very real. None of us are imagining it, and if we aren’t born genetic lottery winners, our only option is to compensate with style, grace, and charm. Of course, none of that shit comes cheap. That’s kind of the whole point. It’s all meant to be aspirational and exclusionary. We’re supposed to feel depressed by our skin, agitated by our bodies, and anxious about our invisibility. That’s the insidious subtlety of social control. The worst part is that we know in our rational minds that it’s all bullshit, and yet we’re still plagued with self-loathing when we can’t live up to unattainable beauty standards. No matter how much self-acceptance we achieve, we can still look in the mirror and instantly catalog all the things about ourselves that we don’t think measure up. It’s maddening. It makes us feel like hypocrites even though it’s not our hypocrisy.
(I love this. There’s nothing that makes me happier as a writer than finding my work quoted and reblogged all over tumblr.)