May 17, 2011 • 11,908 notes • joejessebv
#nufsaid kanyebreast: welp

#nufsaid

kanyebreast:

welp

(via mscarmalita)

May 17, 2011 • 5,806 notes • novamatic
mmmhmmmm, yes. I do love them. novamatic: I had to make this because I was planning to write an extended rant about the long-standing obsession with dehumanizing, de-feminizing, disrespecting, marginalizing and silencing Black women, but I honestly don’t know what I can add to the discussion at this point. Re-blog if you adore Black Women.

mmmhmmmm, yes. I do love them.

novamatic:

I had to make this because I was planning to write an extended rant about the long-standing obsession with dehumanizing, de-feminizing, disrespecting, marginalizing and silencing Black women, but I honestly don’t know what I can add to the discussion at this point. Re-blog if you adore Black Women.

(via mscarmalita)

May 7, 2011

Gonna do it until it doesn't feel good anymore

April 24, 2011
With You (Produced By Marsha Ambrosius)
Marsha Ambrosius
Late Nights And Early Mornings
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

First of all,  Marsha Ambrosius? mmmmmmhhhh, YES she could get it. All day.

Second of all, I’m FEELIN’ this song way tooooo much.

Thirdly, this pretty much sums up my whole mood today.

#thatisall

April 24, 2011 • lastdaysofmagic
lastdaysofmagic: Converse

lastdaysofmagic:

Converse

(via baskethead)

April 18, 2011 • 1 note

The Guest House

The Guest House 

This being human is a guest house. 
Every morning a new arrival. 

A joy, a depression, a meanness, 
some momentary awareness comes 
as an unexpected visitor. 

Welcome and entertain them all! 
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, 
who violently sweep your house 
empty of its furniture, 
still, treat each guest honorably. 
He may be clearing you out 
for some new delight. 

The dark thought, the shame, the malice, 
meet them at the door laughing, 
and invite them in. 

Be grateful for whoever comes, 
because each has been sent 
as a guide from beyond.

via http://www.panhala.net/Archive/The_Guest_House.html and Dr. Ellison

April 13, 2011
Don’t say anything, because I see that you understand me, and I am afraid of your understanding. I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one. I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe. I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have to share my kingdom with you.
Anaïs Nin
April 5, 2011 • 1 note
The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.
Carl Jung via The Happiness Project.