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Help out Latesha Clay

from her mom:

Ok.. Latesha Clay court date is the 27th of January not sure of time..
For those helping to get her things
Shirt size is medium
Pant size is medium
Shoe size 7 ½ women’s
5 ½ boys.
And she said weave 27 inches..lol..

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i will pm an address for anyone who wants to send this baby things; she has spent the last year, from 15-16, in the women’s prison in Ypsilanti because she was used as bait by two older teens in a scheme to advertise sexual access to her body online and then rob the pedophiles who responded and set up dates.

unbelievably, none of those pedophiles were charged with anything!

Latesha has two children and had a hard life BEFORE this, please support her now that she’s gotten a break!

🌙You know her, that Pisces with lilac pearls in her eyes
it’s like you walked with her once in a dream. The Pisces is a siren of the sea, an enchanted mystic, she’s playing the pan flute on the 13th Neptune moon
Her soul calls to mine and she draws in the broken, the bruised, the abused
She heals with her silky touch that remedies
with the gel of heaven and magic spells
Her angel hair leaves the smell of divine dust on her pillow, and her mind and body is in tune with so much more wisdom than anyone could know.
She is a walking scripture of her own, the testament of the twelfth house,
the word of Pisces
Sitting by the steps smoking, it’s almost like she feels everything but also nothing. A clock of invisibility, that seems to feel and find all the secrets and wounds that everybody wants to hide.
She can be a thousand women in one, seamlessly weaving into any shape or persona, like she is the complete tapestry of life, the fragment of the soul
breathing in every unconscious
And the Pisces frequently withdraws away, exiling herself to rest her weary head, and she creates a world of her own, lined with crystal icing and royal bedding
She is to delicate to live fully out there amongst the wolves 💕🍒
-Cherry

Perv [a Jimmy Darling imagine]

Request: Kyle or Jimmy walks in on the reader getting dressed?

a/n: i’m in a jimbo mood rn i kinda changed the request to undressed whoops

It’s wicked hot this week in Jupiter, Florida. There’s a heat wave happening and everyone is baking in the sun. Especially you. Though you have a light green tank top and jean shorts on, you are roasting outside.

Not being able to take any more, sluggishly you weave your way through the tall grass. It scratches against your skin until you get to your small trailer. As soon as you enter and shut the door, you start stripping; removing your shirt and shorts. Leaving you in nothing but your underwear and bra. 

With this action, you cool down luckily. “Hey Y/N, I- woah…” Jimmy smirks, leaning on the door he opened. His midnight eyes run down your exposed body ever so slowly. “Now I’ve seen it all…” He muses, licking his lips. Damn, he knew you had a nice body but, damn.

Quickly, you cover your upper body with the tank top. “Jimmy! Close the door, I don’t wanna flash the whole fucking camp!” You whisper-scream, hands turning into fist along with the shirt. Jimmy can be such a perv sometimes.

A long dramatic sigh escapes his lips but he shuts the door, still standing in the trailer. You eyes widen and you wave a hand. “What? You said closed the door, I closed the door!” He reasons, arms up in defense. Nothing can hide the smirk apparent on his face. “Ya know… I might as well join you. It would only be fair…” Jimmy shoots a shit-eating grin in your direction, trailing a hand down to his pants zipper.

You can’t lie, you wanna see him naked, but not now. Your hips cock to one side while you roll your eyes, stalking towards him. Keeping one hand safely on your chest, holding the fabric in place, your other hand finds his shoulder, spinning him around. “Goodbye, Darling!” You joke, pushing on the back of his blue, yellow and white striped button down. 

He pouts, continuing to be shoved by you. Which isn’t that bad, given the circumstances. “Oh, come on, that’s all I get?” He whines, moving outside your trailer. “Barely even saw anything!” He spins to look at you. There’s still a smirk on his lips. 

“That’s all you get.” You confirm, blowing him a kiss before slamming the door. 

His shoulders slouch and he frowns at the metallic door. “Damn it.”

anonymous asked:

To the anon saying juliet isn't black-you need to learn how to read, educate yourself and chill! QUIT BEING SO SENSITIVE! the submit-er said that to show the LONG TERM effects that wearing weaves-in any form can do to your hair. Black women are the top groups of people who use hair extensions for EXTENDED amount of time. I completely agree with what they said. Nowadays you cant even mention black people without getting your head bit off! CALM THE FUCK DOWN! There was nothing wrong with the post.

hey!! rb and tag what you post

and ill check u out!! im looking for mutuals/more people to follow

  • steven universe
  • stranger things
  • legend of zelda
  • atla or lok
  • voltron
  • scenery (forests, cities, sky)
  • aesthetic (pastel, pink, yellow etc)
  • flowers or plants
  • dragons
  • witchy stuff
  • knitting, crochet, weaving, or any other textile craft
  • tasteful, diverse nudity or nsfw

You know her, that Pisces with lilac pearls in her eyes
it’s like you walked with her once in a dream. The Pisces is a siren of the sea, an enchanted mystic, she’s playing the pan flute on the 13th Neptune moon
Her soul calls to mine and she draws in the broken, the bruised, the abused
She heals with her silky touch that remedies
with the gel of heaven and magic spells
Her angel hair leaves the smell of divine dust on her pillow, and her mind and body is in tune with so much more wisdom than anyone could know.
She is a walking scripture of her own, the testament of the twelfth house,
the word of Pisces
Sitting by the steps smoking, it’s almost like she feels everything but also nothing. A clock of invisibility, that seems to feel and find all the secrets and wounds that everybody wants to hide.
She can be a thousand women in one, seamlessly weaving into any shape or persona, like she is the complete tapestry of life, the fragment of the soul
breathing in every unconscious
And the Pisces frequently withdraws away, exiling herself to rest her weary head, and she creates a world of her own, lined with crystal icing and royal bedding
She is to delicate to live fully out there amongst the wolves
-Cherry



BLACK MEN always wanna act like they are doing me a service by telling me how to do my hair or what I look like. Then turn around and kiss ALLLLLL of the shit out of Kim Kardashian’s ass you know what I don’t need you to tell me I “look like a slave” with my twists while you put emoji heart eyes under your non-melanin fav. Fuck outta here. And I don’t need you ankh niggas under my wing either calling me a “Queen” because I have a fro but call any woman with weave/relaxer a self-hating Black woman like PLEASE

#AfraidOfTheDark

My aunt is a professional hair stylist and has been saying me, her and my sister should open up a hair salon for months now. Between the three of us, we can do just about any hair style imaginable (weaves, braids, twists, you name it). We keep talking about it, but I’m more than ready to start making moves. Today I plan on making an instagram page to display some of our work. So y'all be on the look out. And if you live in Texas and are looking for somewhere to get your hair done for a very affordable price, feel free to slide into my ask. (:

For one year on the most basic level.


Black people need to stop rebloggin white people. Most of these white people not bloggin you. Stop marketing the same image used to make you feel lesser. You’re not getting paid.

Black people need to stop paying white people compliments. Ever compliment a white girl and be paid dust. They are not giving compliments back in fact many of them are going out of there way to insult something about you. Highlight the weave or any other insult they can think of.