Shyness has a strange element of narcissism, a belief that how we look, how we...– Andre Dubus (via tat-art) this struck a chord..
crunkfeministcollective: “When we were on the beach we shopped at Carolina Beach. It had an amusement park, but of course Black people were not permitted to go in. Every time we passed it i looked at the merry-go-round and the Ferris wheel and the little cars and airplanes and my heart would just long to ride them. But my favorite forbidden ride had little boats in a pool of water, and every...
miguu: i lost a whole continent. a whole continent from my memory. unlike all other hyphenated americans my hyphen is made of blood. when africa says hello my mouth is a heartbreak because i have nothing in my tongue to answer her. i don’t know how to say hello to my mother. just excellent.
They should teach self-love in school.– 6-Word Story #94 (via writingsforwinter)
take notes from flowers: turn to face the Son so you experience growth.
have you ever thought about how mirrors only show you the image of yourself that you choose to see? that yes, light reflects and you’re looking at the deep of your own eyes but in the time it takes for the image to reach your retina, your brain has already transmitted the opinions of society and called a subjective judgement “i look too fat” “my skin is too dark” “i hate my nose,...
a young queen is ripped from her castle. men stick their generals inside her. she is ordered to kill or be killed. her castle was nothing grand. the crown jewels were love and joy. she wants to go back, but if she escapes, the stigma stuck in between her thighs will follow her around like a bad smell and they will say she is good for nothing.
the butterflies are slightly confused now, but they are glad to be back.
not sure I want to be here anymore I do not want to stare pain in the face anymore a woman has given birth to her dead baby today - the sort of tragedy that should only happen in plays, why is a futile question, but the only word that springs forth from my lips, when the cruel of this world becomes apparent again… I do not have to wait long. ...
see no-one looked at you funny, it’s all in your head. the hair that grows out of your head is quite ordinary. pretty even. the word my friend used to describe it, she had no idea what it meant to me. more than 10 years of rejecting what God had carefully designed, believing I was only beautiful once my head had been doused in chemicals and I looked like the few women in the...
Based upon my experience, I would argue that male sexual sin isn’t generally...– The Psychology of the Christian Purity Culture (via hislivingpoetry) YES YES YES. This is what I’ve been screaming!!! This is of supreme importance.
this morning, as i shovelled spoonfuls of frosties + hot milk into my mouth, i looked out of my window and stared into the heavens, watched as a sky of grey and foreboding transformed into a sun-soaked blue. i basked in its warmth and praised God for moving on. all the grey clouds have shifted now, the sun has taken his place. he shines fearlessly, and his very presence demands our...
make your home in my chest. bring doubting drawers and worry wardrobes, bring fear futons and uncertainty underwear. i don’t want us to hide anything. come, make your home in my chest. let our foundation be friendship, our walls be warmth. the door will be devotion and we’ll be roofed in reassurance. make your home in my chest, we’ve got good music in here - stevie...
Since joining the fast-growing, communication-altering world of Twitter, I have become significantly more outspoken…on the web and consequently in real life. One of the battles I often find myself fiercely fighting is that of feminism. Regularly, I am enraged by something that has taken place either in the real or the cyber world and I take to Twitter to express my feelings. Also regularly,...
who will love the parts of me that no-one has seen? spot me in a crowd and think to themself that i am one?
‘You would not have called to me unless I had been calling to you,’ said the...– C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair (via withonefootinafairytale)
dayandnightitsjustlife: the bottom of you hair was once at the top of your head