S. Jones's Blog, page 47

"I love seeing:Black men who undeniably love black womenandnot just for our curves, color..."

“

I love seeing:

Black men who undeniably love black women

and

not just for our curves, color combinations, thickness, lips and breasts

but

because

of our honey, our flavor, our sweetness, our poise and the loudness of our souls.

They see us as Queens, they crown us as such and humbly understand that we can be modestly grandiose; even though some may claim our blackness leaves us ashamed and scared to show our God given glow.

I melt seeing:

Black men who undeniably love black women for birthing their daughters and raising their sons

and

who

embrace that fact that we are not just a vessel or a beautiful bold statue to show of; we are where they come from, we are who they love.

”

- Black Men (Undeniable Love), Alex Elle (via alexandraelle)

fyblackwomenart:break free by ~AmnesiaEast

fyblackwomenart:

break free by ~AmnesiaEast

"And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee,..."

“And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.”

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(via outcamethesun)

 

(via raynexmay)

"all i ask for, are friends who do not make me sad. especially at night. sometimes friendship is too..."

“all i ask for, are friends who do not make me sad. especially at night. sometimes friendship is too difficult, conversation too empty. sometimes all i really want is someone to sit in silence with. a park bench on a spring day, sideways on a single bed- backs against cold walls,feet hanging over the edge. but i don’t know anyone i trust enough. anyone i trust that much. why is it always harder to find souls to share silence with, when I know so many people?”

- share silence with me (via wordswoman)

"Make me sweet again, fragrant and fresh and wild, and thankful for any small gesture."

“Make me sweet again, fragrant and fresh and wild, and thankful for any small gesture.”

- Rumi (via shaktilover)

"phantom" by s.jones

I want to write about you

But my Spirit says Go!

I need to talk about you

But my heart says, Girl NO!

I used to want to see you

But my Eye is now covered

Sheltered body

Protected essence

Fevering nuisance no more.

-s.jones

"I don’t care about stigma, shame, or bravado. Writing is cathartic for me, a lifeline. It’s about..."

“I don’t care about stigma, shame, or bravado. Writing is cathartic for me, a lifeline. It’s about survival and mental health as much as it is about creativity and expression. Vulnerability and transparency is my default setting. I don’t try to intellectualise it.”

- Warsan Shire, interviewed by Anya Wassenberg for Okayafrica (via nps2013)

Blessed: 34 Excuses for Why We Failed at Love

Blessed: 34 Excuses for Why We Failed at Love:

lavkyocia:

by Warsan Shire

1. I’m lonely so I do lonely things
2. Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.
3. You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood.
4. I was wandering the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride home.
5. You’re a…

"You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say..."

“You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.”

- Warsan Shire (via llvnos)

"With you, intimacy colours my voice.even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here"

“With you, intimacy colours my voice.

even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here”

- Warsan Shire (via bougiebabe)