if you close your eyes right before the train hits, your brain will think that you have died. some people find calmness in this.
Her lips parted ways and spilled gory goodbyes into my ears as the words laughed their way through my stomach and latched onto my heart like burs cling to a pair of socks.
From the moment that she met me, she had possessed me, and this humble, horrid, huge fact I had hoped I knew was true.
And her mind reeled me in with an invisible string, plucking from my brain as if a civilized puppet-master were training me to dance. For every time she existed I desired to know more.
Desire swelled as it does by its will, but in every sense an effort to get to know who was the soul behind the radiant brown eyes perched atop a perfect smile that kisses the vision.
She keeps me up at night
She keeps me up at night
by my own decision.
I miss the you I never had.
The cold tile pressed against my mascara-stained cheek.
"My god, you’re beautiful."
I could almost taste the whiskey he had heavily,
Leaned on that night; like an old familiar friend.
“I want to make you feel beautiful from the inside.”
Little did I know that, earlier that night when
I was applying my lipstick,
In the same bathroom that I was currently laying
Half-naked and scared to death in,
That would be the last time I was to ever
Feel beautiful again.
This is horrifyingly good. I get actual chills
i’m sorry, but that’s just the way it is
people who benefit from the way it is and do not want to change it any time soon and aren’t sorry at all (via baka-ji
Here’s the thing.
Some white people can’t STAND that there’s a word that black folks are allowed to say that they can’t. They feel discriminated against like they’re at the back of the bus. They are angry.
Four hundred years in this country is white people telling black people what they can’t do. ‘You can’t go off the plantation. You can’t keep your religion. You can’t be free. You can’t vote.’ But in 400 years, black folks have asked white people not to do ONE thing: Don’t say that word.
And they still can’t do it.
John Fugelsang about the N-word on the Hot Talk Panel at The Wendy Williams Show (via whatwhiteswillneverknow)
I JUST watched this, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how this was a perfect way to put it.
what’s this one about?
well, I’m thinking we don’t really have any photographs of us and I thought this song could be, like, a photograph that captures us in this moment of our lives together.
I like our photograph. I can see you in it.