December 2011
94 posts
Short poem...
She’s so bold
Lurking for answers of a story untold
How can someone feel so cold?
The one that made plans for them to grow old…
& instead now she’s alone…
I Am JorEl: Sometimes I Pretend →
iamjorel.com
Sheddin Steel Tears No Need For A Tissue
Every Time You Come Around This is The Issue
I Look Ya In The Eye And Pretend Like I Dont Miss You
Full Of Regrets When I Leave Wishing I Coulda Kissed You
My Nights Are Full Of Pain
And Every Time I turn Around
Your Always On My Brain
I’m Sick And…
“Sometimes you’ve got to be able to listen to yourself and be okay with no one else understanding.”
—Christopher Barzak (via thefreenomad)
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No wonder some women are unconsciously passive aggressive when expressing anger, sadness, or frustration. For years, they have been subjected to so much gaslighting that they can no longer express themselves in a way that feels authentic to them.
They say, “I’m sorry” before giving their opinion. In an email or text message, they place a smiley face next to a serious question or concern, thereby reducing the impact of having to express their true feelings.
You know how it looks: “You’re late :D ”
These are the same women who stay in relationships they don’t belong in, who don’t follow their dreams, who withdraw from the kind of life they want to live.
” —Why Women Aren’t Crazy (via lagrandefille)
I hate when people claim that women are crazy or complicated or don’t know what they want because fuck you. When a woman is vocal about her opinions, desires, feelings, you call her a bitch or crazy or hysterical. Women have been taught that the only way to communicate while maintaining their physical and emotional safety is to be indirect.
(via pompadoursandpincurls)
this is an always reblog
(via paradiscacorbasi)
I lost myself a long time ago…
Twisting my locs...
I’m attempting for the first time (alone) to twist my locs…. at first I thought I was doing them right & now I feel like I’m in way over my head! Only 20 out of 95 is done. Smh!
“To prevent Africans and Native Americans from uniting, Europeans played skillfully on racial differences and ethnic rivalries. They kept the pot of animosity boiling. Whites turned Indians into slavehunters and slave owners, and Africans into “Indian-fighters”. Light-skinned Africans were pitted against dark-skinned, free against enslaved, Black Indians against “pure” Africans or “pure” Indians.
Those who have put history into books have emphasized differences between Africans and Native Americans. For example, they have stressed that Europeans encountered Indians as distinct individuals and members of proud nations, and Africans as nameless slaves. Little mention is made of the enslavement of Native Americans and nothing is said about the cultural similarities between the two dark peoples. In 1984, scholar Theda Perdue said: “By emphasizing the actual, exaggerated and imagined differences between Africans and Indians, whites successfully masked the cultural similarities of the two races as well as their mutual exploitation by whites.” —
Those who have put history into books have emphasized differences between Africans and Native Americans. For example, they have stressed that Europeans encountered Indians as distinct individuals and members of proud nations, and Africans as nameless slaves. Little mention is made of the enslavement of Native Americans and nothing is said about the cultural similarities between the two dark peoples. In 1984, scholar Theda Perdue said: “By emphasizing the actual, exaggerated and imagined differences between Africans and Indians, whites successfully masked the cultural similarities of the two races as well as their mutual exploitation by whites.” —
William Loren Katz, Black Indian: A Hidden Heritage (via adailyriot
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the time
it came time to let you go
and i realised that my fingers hurt from holding
nails chipped under pretty polish.
knuckles bruised
joints sore
throat raw from screaming for you
it came time to let you go…
deep breath taken
hands opened
mind made up
only to realise i held nothing
I’m really impressed when people know a lot about anything. Even if it is something I’m not generally interested in. When someone is passionate about their knowledge of something, it gets me excited. (not in a sexual way)
His Dick ? She SUCKED THAT. The Team ? She SMASHED THAT. A HOE ? She IS THAT. Main Rule ? DONT CUFF THAT.
lost in a thought of thoughts...
what once was private now belongs to the world and there is no where left for my creativity to hide. its more than the words in a closed notebook or the view behind a lens. my thoughts are lost somewhere in between my ears and and the journey to get them out is through my expression. if only i was brave enough to take the first step…
“How sad I thought. How sad to have to cry about a boy on such a beautiful Sunday afternoon.”
—Seventeenth Summer, Maureen Daly (via quote-book)
