aquarryl on ig
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If ima keep it buck. I’m tired of white people vacationing in the islands, they come and they just complain about everything, they make fun of our accents, they mock us, only for them to leave with some fucking cornrows in their hair and locally made soap, so that they can go back to their family and comment on how hard life is there and how much money they gave the locals because they felt “sorry for these people”. Fuck off.
Black people aren’t your fucking charity cases that you get use to make yourself feel better when you come back to the west. Because truthfully most of y’all come back still racist as ever even after your so called “cultural experience”, going to black countries complaining about blackness, fuck your knowledge you know nothing.
It grinds my fucking gears that they have the money to experience my culture way more than I do only for them to not appreciate it.
Your week in Trinidad didn’t teach you anything Stephanie, you stayed in resort, where a black woman cleaned your room every day, where a black man maintained and ensured that you had a good time, where black youth travelled hours from their homes to get to work so that you can do some fucking zumba in a pool. And you have the audacity to come back to America and call somebody a nigger, fuck you.
Anyway y’all Puerto Rico is still in shambles don’t forget about them. Don’t forget about anything that still matters outside of whiteness.
STOP THROWING YOUR TRASH ON THE GROUND. STOP THROWING GARBAGE IN THE OCEAN. RECYCLE. PICK IT UP. STOP LITTERING. S T O P
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grateful!
Puppy: I don’t know what kind of being you are, but I love you anyway
i am absolutely losing my mind over this article imagine living in the upper west side literally paying millions of dollars for a luxury apartment in the richest part of the greatest city in the world, you walk out of your complex with your thousand dollar stroller so connor or hunter or ashlyn can get some fresh air before their scheduled paleo snack when suddenly a fucking rat leaps into the thing like its being thrown by a stagehand in the bushes, a goblin achieving flight for a fraction of a second, scampering around in the shit and slime of the street and now its in your trust fund childs lap i am LIVING, new york freakin city babey!!!!!!!!!!!
let the rats stroll!
Haaaaa
– (x)