Degeneracy

“Slightly scratched your corolla… okay I smashed your corolla”

(Source: girlafffraid)

“Like to call me peaches when we get this nasty…”

theafricanbookreview:

#ReadAfrican

theafricanbookreview:

#ReadAfrican

theafricanbookreview:

If you are alive, there is hope for a better day and something good to happen- Ishmael Beah (A Long Way Gone)
The African Book Review is hosting a #readAfrican campaign. Everyday for a week, we’ll post some of our favorite quotes from popular African Novels.
Reply/Reblog with your favorite quote, tag it #ReadAfrican and you might win a free tote for all your trips to the library! 

theafricanbookreview:

If you are alive, there is hope for a better day and something good to happen- Ishmael Beah (A Long Way Gone)

The African Book Review is hosting a #readAfrican campaign. Everyday for a week, we’ll post some of our favorite quotes from popular African Novels.

Reply/Reblog with your favorite quote, tag it #ReadAfrican and you might win a free tote for all your trips to the library! 

(Source: wisdom-acb, via youmakegandhicry)

Tatyana Fazlalizadeh’s Street Art.

(Source: goryamos, via ladydaysoul-deactivated20140430)

theafricanbookreview:

So Long A Letter | Guest Review by Jade Yeung

“You forget that I have a heart, a mind, that I am not an object to be passed from hand to hand.…

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Bad. Ass. 

theafricanbookreview:

So Long A Letter | Guest Review by Jade Yeung

“You forget that I have a heart, a mind, that I am not an object to be passed from hand to hand.…

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Bad. Ass. 

Crazy shit is happening everywhere guys. My blog is blank on the outside cause I want people to look beneath the hood to find all the shit that’s been going through my mind these last two years. I’ve stopped posting as often. This condition will remain. I’m also slowly changing my instagram to either be blank or reflect something better. I followed a bunch of old Nigerian friends on instagram. That was a mistake. It’s crazy seeing the difference between where I am and where they are. And what I think is important and how so much has changed yet remained the same. I go trough these cycles every once in a while where I withdraw, let stagnant friendships die and focus intensely on recreating new ones. This is another cycle. Maybe. But the African Book Review might be changing shit up in bigger bigger ways. I’m looking for new levels, I’m looking for the space that mixes crazy nights with white russians in Glasgow with the sweaty endurance of Tanzania, drag racing in Abu Dhabi, minimalist cottages near the water in Sweden, grasslands in Nigeria and the creative lifeforce that comes from all these… I’m moving away from something, towards something much bigger. But I’m still feeling around the outlines to unerstand what that is…and what it’s not