[Gifset: Laverne Cox speaks at the GLAAD media awards, she says,

"Each and every one of us has the capacity to be an oppressor. I want to encourage each and every one of us to interrogate how we might be an oppressor, and how we might be able to become liberators for ourselves and each other."]






"If I succeed I create the opportunity for more people to succeed…" — This



Leading Men Age, Leading Women Don’t | Vulture

There are more charts if you click through.

It took me a long time to realise why the male age line isn’t straight, but it’s because the years along the bottom axis aren’t equally spaced. Good visualisation of a depressing point, otherwise.





Your privilege is comprised of the questions you’ve never had to ask.

There are moments that hit me, flying up like the debris that glances off your windshield on the highway. Out of no where, I remember that we aren’t friends any more, and the absurdity of that makes me question reality. 

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou

Her epic poem “Still I Rise.” Never gets old for me. NEVER. 

(via gradientlair)

Mozzarella Sticks

Egg Rolls

Cinnamon Buns


Croque Monsieur


Twix Bars

More Mozzarella Sticks

What is: Food I Want to Eat Right Now Even Though The Thought of Food Makes Me Nauseous.

Sometimes being female leaves me less than impressed. 


rebellion has never been so cute 


rebellion has never been so cute 



Lupita Nyong’o  | 86th Annual Academy Awards (March 2, 2014)

She is beautiful and dreamy. WOW. 

No matter where you’re from, your dreams are valid.
Lupita Nyong’o (via capriamovies)



Personally, my favorite video from my new conversation series about Redefining Realness

"Words are everything to me."

Watch the complete series here.

This video series is so powerful. Remarkable. Must watch. 



This is the only Cinderella that exists. THE ONLY GODDAMN IT

This was my favorite growing up! I’m pretty sure Whitney had gold strands in her hair I wanted to be her 



Air FLOTUS, dunking on LeBron in support of healthy eating. Make sure you watch the full video.

Hahaha! Get it First Lady! The video is hilarious as well.



Air FLOTUS, dunking on LeBron in support of healthy eatingMake sure you watch the full video.

Hahaha! Get it First Lady! The video is hilarious as well.