Pour Out Some Liquor and I'll Reminisce

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD

Im Going to reblog this every day to test this, its MAGIC ITS FRIGGIN MAGIC 

Just woke up 🙌🏿

✊🏿 #beautifulisBLACK

the whole group chat when i say a word

I WILL NEVER GET OVER THIS!

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD

Im Going to reblog this every day to test this, its MAGIC ITS FRIGGIN MAGIC 

Just woke up 🙌🏿

what she means: i can’t stop thinking about the scene in Black Panther where Erik takes the heart-shaped herb and is transported to the ancestral plane, but his father’s tortured and unresolved relationship with his homeland means he’s residing in a kind of purgatory trapped in Oakland with glimmers of the Wakandan spiritual plane seen outside the windows just beyond reach. N’Jobu sees his grown son, so scarred and angry beyond help, and wonders aloud the same doubt in the heart of every diasporic parent whether he ruined his child’s life by raising him in this foreign land, making him someone who belongs nowhere, someone who has lost his true identity and its accompanying possibility of wholeness. “maybe it’s your homeland that’s lost,” erik argues, tears filling his eyes even though not even his father’s death had made him cry. His father does not reply, and Erik wakes up screaming, still lacking the answers and connection that T’Challa was able to get from his own father.