wildefire:

booper-dooper:

kaila-baila:

melanin-rich-bitch:

callmespike:

spacemaester:

deerxdance:

wifigirl2080:

Do not go to the liquor store on 90th and MacArthur, around 10-14 Black men will be standing out there with vans and they will try to snatch you up, the Arab dudes who own the liquor store are in on it do not go there during the night, if it wasn’t for my boyfriend being with me last night they would have got me #staywoke

SUPER IMPORTANT!!!!

PLEASE REBLOG THIS

Cuz I know a few of my followers out that way

Don’t go during the day either! My cousin and sister seen these vans in broad day light. They were scared shitless. They kept their distance, and no harm was done. I showed them this post a week later, they should’ve been warned sooner. PLEASE REBLOG THIS!

SIGNAL BOOST TO SAVE A LIFE.

Idk if anyone lives out this way, but a good warning nonetheless! Please be careful and aware of your surroundings!

I was in Oakland yesterday, and I can confirm this is true. Stay safe!

jupiterreed:

• overgrown wildflowers licking rundown buildings & cracked sidewalks like a morbid painting 
• neon lit cityscapes where shop windows glow an enticing pulse, intricate bridges & self-driving cars hurtling past electric highways that stretch over seas & every home appliance is automated
• shady underground dwellings where people on the border of society, people who can’t afford life in the limelight, are left to collect dust, turning to knives & arson for any reminder of being alive 
• houses with shambled rooftops & mold infestations in every corner, dead flowers and ash lining the streets, gaunt faces peering out of fogged up windows. they say at night, you can hear the screams reverberate over the routine sounds of traffic & holographic advertisements that remind you to pay your taxes
• abandoned grocery stores with conked out fluorescents that flicker on & off like a glitch, expired cartons of milk toppled over in the dairy section, concentrating in sticky pools, roaches skittering past the aisles. every few days, people barge in skirting for resources, leaving every shelf in the canned foods section empty. somebody spray paints a plea for help in morse code over the old, faded WE’RE OPEN sign
• you hear your neighbor wants to get her cybernetic implants removed, three days later & you have a new neighbor. you never figure out what happened to her, you’re not sure you want to
• roadside diners with cyborg kitchen staff and robot waiters
• elvis presley and michael jackson songs reverberating from the insides of bomb shelters where people make pleas for their past lives, get drunk & dance to 80′s synthpop as everything burns above them
• tattoo artists charging $120, offering illegal, drug-laced tattoos in various night club bathroom stalls around tokyo, apparently the ones that glitter or glow in the dark produce the best trips
• THEY’RE WATCHING YOU, reads a flickering neon poster along a dark alleyway, you want to run back to your motel, but you can feel them behind you, their breaths a hiss of bared teeth through gas masks
• strangers in flamboyant costumes & terrifying makeup approaching you as you make your routine commute back home, you avoid paying them any heed, escaped video game characters are not to be trifled with & a bunch of pixels can’t hurt you, at least that’s what the news says
• waking up to the blaring of alarms & your best friend shaking you awake, another rebel encampment’s about to go down & you have to take an express submarine to make your escape 
• black rain heaving viciously down from the heavens every six months, corroding skin & car windows