June 2013
- us government: *accidentally likes your pic from 2009*
“
I’m faced daily with choosing
violence
or a demeanor that saves
every other life but my own.
” —Essex Hemphill, “Cordon Negro” (via thegentlemanjigger)Everytime I see promotions for The Lone Ranger I just think “So… we’re all just going to let Johnny Depp do that?”
“I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.” —(via clementinevonradics)
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.” —(via clementinevonradics)
A woman is only helpless when her nail polish is drying.
“black women breathe flowers, too.
just because
we are taught to grow them in the lining of our quiet (our grandmothers secret)
does not mean
we do not swelter with wild tenderness.
we soft swim.
we petal.
we scent limbs and love.
we just have been too long a garden for sharp and deadly teeth.
so we
have
grown
ourselves
into
greenhouses.” —greenhouses, nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
just because
we are taught to grow them in the lining of our quiet (our grandmothers secret)
does not mean
we do not swelter with wild tenderness.
we soft swim.
we petal.
we scent limbs and love.
we just have been too long a garden for sharp and deadly teeth.
so we
have
grown
ourselves
into
greenhouses.” —greenhouses, nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
