Hey Tumblr, It’s Akilah…

So you asked me so many questions that I figured I’d make this a regular old thing where once a month-ish I would answer your new deep Qs. Feel free to ask me more stuff here and maybe you’ll see your Qs answered in a video soon!

You want to know the moment I realized I was really sensitive and not as cold and dead as my black eyes (I’m coming to terms with the fact that they are basically black) make me seem?
I was at Boone County High School in the middle of nowhere Kentucky my junior year, and in Bio they were trying to get us to dissect mudpuppies. Usually they had alternatives, but this year you just had to do it. I had psyched myself up for it for like 3 days and when the day came—and I walked into the formaldehydey classroom, I couldn’t. I heard a knife-happy kid (who is probably a serial killer or dead now) say, “WHOA THERE’S BABIES IN MINE” before we were even given the go ahead to start cutting. So I left in protest.  My teacher was one of those buzz-cutty guys that kind of just swell up until they pop around age 70, and he kept yelling at me to grow a pair, and get over it, etc., But why? Why should I have to cut open some dead mud puppy? Why is that even in the plot of my life, you know? I am not meant to cut open dead things.
I didn’t do it. And I got an F on that project. And the world kept spinning. And I ended up with an A in the class because teachers always make things seem like they matter a bunch when they really don’t.
And there you go.

You want to know the moment I realized I was really sensitive and not as cold and dead as my black eyes (I’m coming to terms with the fact that they are basically black) make me seem?

I was at Boone County High School in the middle of nowhere Kentucky my junior year, and in Bio they were trying to get us to dissect mudpuppies. Usually they had alternatives, but this year you just had to do it. I had psyched myself up for it for like 3 days and when the day came—and I walked into the formaldehydey classroom, I couldn’t. I heard a knife-happy kid (who is probably a serial killer or dead now) say, “WHOA THERE’S BABIES IN MINE” before we were even given the go ahead to start cutting. So I left in protest.  My teacher was one of those buzz-cutty guys that kind of just swell up until they pop around age 70, and he kept yelling at me to grow a pair, and get over it, etc., But why? Why should I have to cut open some dead mud puppy? Why is that even in the plot of my life, you know? I am not meant to cut open dead things.

I didn’t do it. And I got an F on that project. And the world kept spinning. And I ended up with an A in the class because teachers always make things seem like they matter a bunch when they really don’t.

And there you go.

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Hey look, I did the “BEST FRIEND TAG” with my lovely best friend, Stephanie! Learn about how I actually thought she was special needs, our favorite tv shows, and her slight country accent.

Oh, and post your own with your friends, too!

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Hey look, I’m trying that thing where you walk around and vlog. So I did this with Tiffany and basically this was our Kentucky Derby day in NYC!

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The Ascent at Roebling’s Bridge, a residential building in Covington, Kentucky, in the greater Cincinnati area by Daniel Libeskind

Boom, finally. Northern Kentucky/Cincinnati getting their tumblr dues.

wisesammy:

move over florida man there’s a new sheriff in town

believable.

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Favorite Corners of My Old Kentucky Home.

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My Christmas vacation is quickly coming to a close here in Kentucky/Cincinnati (yes, near where “Peeta” is from). It’s been super cold and snowy, but one thing I’ve missed more than Jay-Z misses Kanye being single is the space and the natural light. My tiny Brooklyn bedroom/apartment doesn’t really afford me any extra light or space, so it has been nice to stretch my little body out. Here are some of my favorite parts of my house:

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My mom had this really big “travel” and “vintage” period, and I love these quirky old suitcases because they are simply decor. They serve no purpose aside from making the house feel like a home.

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My mom has had these records since she was in high school. That peach box is real, it’s not some prop from Urban Outfitters. How cute?! I’m sure she doesn’t listen to the records anymore, but maybe one day we will.

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Between the first picture and this one, you can hopefully tell what my mother’s favorite animal is. She adores elephants. There are elephants in almost every room of the house

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This has been one of my favorite things since I was a kid. My sister and I used to pretend we were the two women in this tapestry and we would make up stories to go along with it. As an adult, I just love the Egyptian influence. Very swank.

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At first, being black, the idea of living in the woods seemed like we were breaking all of the horror film rules. After living here for a while I started to feel more in-tune with nature. Almost like Pocahontas but less hot. The two decks on the front of my house that overlook the stream and my mother’s plant habit bring the outside in at every turn. I’m going to start buying plants for my NYC apartment asap.

And there you have it! All of these lovely things that I just love and plan to miss about my home.

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The creek at home.  I’m going to miss all this natural light and space.