Dream a little, Mpume (:

“I don't share my thoughts because I think it will change the minds of people who think differently,

I share my thoughts to show the people who already think like me that they are not alone.”


“Every girl is expected to have caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall ass, long Swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy, the arms of Michelle Obama and doll tits. This is why everyone is struggling.” 
-Tina Fey

Start with a prayer,
scrape the soft skin
of your knees on glass
and pretend this will work,
pretend there is hope striking
at the walls of your chest.

'Dear God,
Why is he ripping
out my spine?’

'Dear God,
I just wanted to be loved.’

'Dear God,
Don’t let me bleed out
on the bathroom floor.’

Start with an absolution,
pick yourself up
and rearrange your bones
the right way,
into something whole,
into something hungry.

—   Emily Palermo, Church (via starredsoul)

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Always remember. …..

Always remember. …..

#StillBekezeling #ThanksForAsking #OkayThanksBye :)

sewingstardom:

#RIP 👑

u may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

—   

by Maya Angelou

It’s a beautiful thing when one fulfils their purpose… May her beautiful soul rest in peace

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zeffwolf:

"Maybe loneliness is a cage that can only be opened by the person who doesn’t fear to embrace your demons."

zeffwolf:

"Maybe loneliness is a cage that can only be opened by the person who doesn’t fear to embrace your demons."

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freshkings:

R.I.P James L. Avery Sr. (November 27, 1948 – December 31, 2013)

freshkings:

R.I.P James L. Avery Sr. (November 27, 1948 – December 31, 2013)

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berry-things:

Nelson Mandela  x Chris Hani

berry-things:

Nelson Mandela  x Chris Hani

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