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joannasimkin:

thecocoaluvchronicles:

mycurrybringsalltheboystotheyard:

OH MY GOODNESS THIS IS THE MOST ADORABLEST THING EVER IN THE HISTORY OF EVER

awwwww

Gimme!

Caine’s Arcade. 

mrchrisclassic:

So I call my God now the devil wanna try me

First the devil gotta find me

What’s a good man to a young brother like me can you please remind me?

Call my God when its crazy

The holy ghost? Yea it saved me

Stressed? Go to like Psalms 22

And I look at you like this King David

Call my God when…

[Flash 10 is required to watch video]

crissle:

The Lord’s angels, all around us.

All you need. 

(via zodiacchic)

theculturecollective:

JUSTICE FOR TRAYVON MARTIN.

THERE WERE POSTERS FOR KONY 2012, PUT UP POSTERS FOR TRAYVON MARTIN AND GET THE WORD OUT.

(via rachelstewartjewelry)

barackobama:

It’s International Women’s Day. Happy ceiling-shattering.

I attended I.S. 383 Philippa Schuyler Middle School for the Gifted and Talented! Cool chick indeed! 

coolchicksfromhistory:

Concert pianist Philippa Duke Schuyler, age 14

Piano prodigy Philippa Duke Schuyler was the daughter of a politically conservative black journalist and a former Southern beauty queen.  George Schuyler and Josephine Codgell were proponents of interracial marriage and believed that biracial children had the potential to be exceptional thanks to their mixed heritage. 

Josephine devoted herself to developing her daughter’s expected genius.  A raw food proponent, Josephine fed Philippa a diet of raw vegetables, raw beef, and cod liver oil.  Philippa was educated mainly at home and by age two her spelling ability was profiled in a New York newspaper.  By four, Philippa was an established piano prodigy, often performing her own compositions.  Mayor Fiorello La Guardia was among her fans.  Her IQ was tested to be 185.

As a teenager Philippa was an international touring pianist, but she struggled to find tour sponsors due to her race and gender.  As she matured, Philippa became disillusioned with both her parents and the discrimination she faced.  Philippa gave up performing in her thirties and became a journalist. 

While on assignment in Vietnam in 1967, Philippa’s helicopter crashed and unable to swim, she drown.  Heartbroken, Josephine committed suicide on the second anniversary of her daughter’s death. 

A middle school in Brooklyn is named in Philippa’s honor.