September 10, 2014

deepseathoughts:

me

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September 10, 2014

immigrantgirls:

rly i encourage all the girls of colour, esp black girls, to invade creative spaces that are occupied by white women. the exclusion of girls of colour in creative spaces is a conscious decision, dont walk around believing that it’s just a coincidence. if u see only white girls on a staff page, know there’s a reason behind that. and dont let that shit thrive. let ppl kno u r alive. 

September 8, 2014
i shouldn’t have left you.

it’s been a whole summer since my grandmother has passed.

i haven’t written anything but that tiny blurb since. i guess when she died, so did i inside. i don’t have it inside me to even scribble out small words anymore. i miss her everyday, i think about her constantly so much that i feel as though my life has come to a grinding halt. nobody understands me and how i’m feeling, and it hurts but i understand. i just can’t believe that the change that i desperately wanted came, but in the worst possible way.

i am a person who looks forward to things. it pushes me, it drives me. i like knowing that something is going to happen.

but now, i just lay in my bed in pajamas with the curtains closed and the air conditioner on, my room is a darkened coffin. i guess i’m trying to die too, so that i could be with her, sitting on front porches and and couches talking about nothing.

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Filed under: personal words grief 
September 8, 2014
and in my mind i’m humming lullabies

your settling in sounds
the wet click of your mouth
the scrunch and slide on the covers
the soft sounds of a yawn
a tiny deep breath
curved against the wall
i watch over you in the pitch black
i smell your hair
keep you from cold.
i always toss and turn when
you sleep in my bed and i don’t know why.

July 6, 2014
theparisreview:

Once the time goes, it’s goneAnd no wisdom can retrieve it.
Grave thoughts bear the mind down.And the body has no choice but to follow.
It comes down to yes or no, and pain’s in backof every choice that turns to act.
What I find in the night, other than darkness.In the darkness, other than light.
Solace. What a lovely word.Solstice. What a lovely word.
—Mark Rudman, from “Solitaire.” Art: Sean McFarland.

theparisreview:

Once the time goes, it’s gone
And no wisdom can retrieve it.

Grave thoughts bear the mind down.
And the body has no choice but to follow.

It comes down to yes or no, and pain’s in back
of every choice that turns to act.

What I find in the night, other than darkness.
In the darkness, other than light.

Solace. What a lovely word.
Solstice. What a lovely word.

Mark Rudman, from “Solitaire.” Art: Sean McFarland.

June 16, 2014
"What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age."

— Sylvia Plath (via seelifethroughpinkglasses)

June 14, 2014

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June 14, 2014

aminaabramovic:

Me to myself: grow up

June 12, 2014
tylerthelatteboy:

for anyone who needs this tonight

tylerthelatteboy:

for anyone who needs this tonight

May 31, 2014

likeafieldmouse:

Massimo Uberti

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