badness dripping all over this.
I want a family pic like this one day, none of that cheesy, white backdrop lying on the floor smiling stuff kmt
(Source: the-freedomwriter)
my dear John,
what other women have known the notes traced into your palms?
did Alice’s fingers coax from you
the same songs you loosened from my throat?
who is Naima?
and why does the melody in her memorial
spill such a longing out of me?
please don’t tell me that you love her,
but do you not?Questions for John Coltrane, from his saxophone by Safia Elhillo.
Yessss.
(via akatasia)
Can I disappear with you
behind the veil of night?
We can blanket ourselves
in the constellations,
the moon our pillow,
as we curl up together
floating high above what we know,
resting forever underneath
a mask of darkness.If the day should come,
we’ll shun him, make him
pack his bags and leave us.
It’s easier to sleep in the dark
than it is to face the burning sun;
the brightness of the day
is sure to blind those of us
who aren’t used to letting him
dance inside our pupils.
Mmmmm.
(via queennubian)
Awww, I need one of those! I’m always trying to make heart shaped pancakes lol.
(via thatdowntomarsnaijagirl)
You know what’s kind of beautiful?
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
THIS.
(via sugar-and-spiceee)
Random Flurry of Thoughts
a number of thoughts that blew through my mind today
- aja monet’s voice is gorgeous. like melted chocolate, and honey, and dreams. i am jealous of her lovers and i envy her children.
- my dad is incredible. i sat beside him tonight at a norah jones’ concert he bought us front row tickets for, my eyes welled up as i realised how truly grateful i was for him. how he’s taught me so much about selflessness and grace and love; how to be like Christ.
- i can’t wait to have 28 years of marriage under my belt like my mother (who is also incredible) and father. they’re the best of friends and it’s the cutest thing. he called her 4 times tonight while we were out at the concert just to let her know what we were doing.
- for the broken world, Jesus is all we have, but He is enough. for my broken self, Jesus is all I have, but He. is. enough.
- i take my comfortable life for granted. it only dawns on me occasionally that i am so, so blessed.
- some people just don’t have time for me. i’m still trying to work out whether that means i shouldn’t make time for them. i know that’s what the world would say, just figuring out what Jesus would say.
- having slightly unkempt eyebrows makes feel super not-fly lol.
- staying up all night is fun, but unwise.
- people will always fascinate me. i spent my whole journey to london today people watching.
- the first time i took a plane was when i was in my mother’s womb. (this thought then turned into a poem that is still being written).
- finally, i know it’s cliché but it felt like today, i thought so many times about how love truly is the greatest gift of all
Every night I’m gonna pray that my hair and my body will look like hers.
Lol. She is superbad.
Shrinkage ruins lives though! Ha.
I posted this photoset a few months back to show my shrinkage. These were taken on the same day. All textures go through it. I don’t mind it, though. Health over length any day!
(via hi-imcurrentlyobsessed)
Look at her face! How precious.
It took two Secret Service agents and a White House intern, but they did finally pry her loose.
this woulda been me V_V
(via rastagaljamaican)
Top 10 Favourite Poems
(in no particular order)
Carlos Andrés Gómez - What’s Genocide?
Jasmine Mans - February 14th
Aja Monet - What I’ve Learned
Alysia Harris, Jennah Bell & Jasmine Mans - Waiting
Joshua Bennett - Transatlantic Love Manifesto
Carvens Lissaint - Beauty Part III
Andrea Gibson - Sleeping
Miles Hodges & Carvens Lissaint - Strive
Zora Howard - Bi-Racial Hair (This has been my favourite for about 5 years)
Alysia Harris - Cab Rides & The Morning After
such stunning pieces of poetry.
check em out if you haven’t already (although a large portion of my followers are strivers row fans I think lol).
there are more pieces that i love, love, love. but i wrote top 10 faves before i picked the poems, so even though i had more, i thought i’d commit and stick to 10 lol.
Birds of a Feather.
It’s hard to describe how it feels to scroll through the Facebook group for language assistants going to teach in Lille next year, hoping to find at least one Black person, but not finding one.
Not that I need Black people to survive,
But being the only Black person on this programme is…I don’t know. Discouraging, kind of isolating.
It’s also familiar.
Mmmm. This is hard.
Today my tutor said “America is a fairly new country, most Americans can probably trace a great-grand parent back to Europe.”
Then in my head I was like, “But wait. What about the Americans who were stolen from their homes, made slaves and treated as sub-humans? What are they tracing?” (And yes if you can drop the European from European-American, you can drop the African from African-American. You don’t have to though. One can identify as whatever one chooses to)
But I didn’t say anything >.<
(via whoisbobbparris)
I have roses like this in my bedroom.
I’ll probably never get rid of them because I’m sentimental than a mug, and like holding onto the past.
They’ve sort of become a permanent fixture in my room though, been here for so long - 9 months.
(Source: browndresswithwhitedots, via whoisbobbparris)
