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welcome-foolishmortals:

malformalady:Pebble stone pathway

welcome-foolishmortals:

malformalady:Pebble stone pathway

silversarcasm:

[Gifset: Laverne Cox speaks at the GLAAD media awards, she says,

"Each and every one of us has the capacity to be an oppressor. I want to encourage each and every one of us to interrogate how we might be an oppressor, and how we might be able to become liberators for ourselves and each other."]

femmeanddangerous:

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a black woman
can write of
loneliness.
or
love
or softness.
or the moon.
you may try valiantly
to cripple her
but she will still grow flowers in her flesh
a genocide of flowers by Nayyirah Waheed (via tapiwamugabe)

beyoncespenis:

a life changing 22 seconds

spreadl0velikeviolence:

finally finished this today

spreadl0velikeviolence:

finally finished this today

Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries,
took the bus home,
carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment
and cooked myself dinner.
You and I may have different definitions of a good day.
This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill,
worked 60 hours between my two jobs,
only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks
and slept like a rock.
Flossed in the morning,
locked my door,
and remembered to buy eggs.
My mother is proud of me.
It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course.
She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale”
with, ”Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs”
But she is proud.
See, she remembers what came before this.
The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles,
how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks.
She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide.
These were the bad days.
My life was a gift that I wanted to return.
My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs.
Depression, is a good lover.
So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you.
And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world,
That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting.
It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created.
Today, I slept in until 10,
cleaned every dish I own,
fought with the bank,
took care of paperwork.
You and I might have different definitions of adulthood.
I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college,
but I don’t speak for others anymore,
and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for.
And my mother is proud of me.
I burned down a house of depression,
I painted over murals of greyscale,
and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live
But today, I want to live.
I didn’t salivate over sharp knives,
or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge.
I just cleaned my bathroom,
did the laundry,
called my brother.
Told him, “it was a good day.

Kait Rokowski (A Good Day)

This made me cry.

(via commander2spooky)

That’s how I be feelin sometimes.

(via thetrillestqueen)

zacffren:

i like being alone, not feeling alone

Hey Lover by LL Cool J. Feat. Boyz II Men from the album: Ministry Of Sound - R&B Anthems [Disc 2]

breakfastatandreas:

Lover, hey lover this is more than a crush

baaaaaaaaaaaaaaatman:

troubled-hippo:

alberoni:

If you start from the bottom up it’s a story of two friends. Then murder, then revenge.

woah

I like it backwards

baaaaaaaaaaaaaaatman:

troubled-hippo:

alberoni:

If you start from the bottom up it’s a story of two friends. Then murder, then revenge.

woah

I like it backwards

adrians:

adrians:

the best thing about having the house to myself is that I can make breakfast in my underwear

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