All the Nebulas on the Tune

Logan, 21. I post funnies mostly. I'm friendly so feel free to talk.


Do you ever want to talk to someone but

1) You feel like you’re bothering them or coming off clingy
2) You don’t have anything to say, you just want to talk to them
3) You don’t know how to hold a conversation to save your life 

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Don’t let white america make you ashamed of African American culture.



Big hoop earrings, gold teeth, rap/hiphop, fried chicken, watermelon, KoolAid, headwraps, slang (ebonics), twerkin, afros, locs, braids, talking loud, etc is all apart of our culture, whether you wanna believe it or not. Next time you feel ashamed of or don’t want to accept something in our culture cuz white america says “its not appropriate” just think; if we had our own land, with just us, would it still be shameful?

This is is the most idiotic fucking post. CULTURE is customs, arts, social institutions, and achievements. And none of that even has anything to do with African Americans collectively; only the group that’s publicized that, passing it off as a part of African American culture. Those are all fucking stereotypes of blacks and qualities of hood-rats, with the exception of rap and hip-hop.

African American culture is jazz, rap, the Harlem Renaissance, the Creole language, our typical family structure, resisting oppression and the fucking Civil Rights Movement, etc. They are things thatcommunities have embraced and that contribute to the progression of society as a whole. Rap and hip-hop were such contributions, because they didn’t start out as offensive or violent and “inappropriate,” but just new forms of musical/poetic expression.

If you honestly believe that fried chicken–WHICH WAS FUCKING INVENTED BY SCOTTISH IMMIGRANTS AND COOKED BY SLAVES FOR WHITES)–and fucking twerking are parts of African American culture, you’re a fucking dumb ass. There’s African American culture, and then there’s hood-rat ni**ah culture. Get it right, and keep your ignorance and that B.E.T. shit away from my rich cultural background and the work of my ancestors, thanks.

Last day at my job, made a bunch of fuckin’ money, come home to this beautiful package in the mail. 

Last day at my job, made a bunch of fuckin’ money, come home to this beautiful package in the mail. 


meeting peoples moms for the first time is so intimidating because i cant tell if theyre a strict mom or a laid back mom and as i ride in their car i have to slowly figure out what breed of mom they are

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you: i’ll have one beer please

me: oh sorry we don’t drink here, this is a straightedge bar

you: so what do you do?

everyone in the bar:


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