Absentminded Brilliance

honestly...

[ablackoleander]

Quiet mornings, your hands in my hair. That's love. You've made me see the power in the simple things.

[ablackoleander]

There are things that I don't understand. Things like how I can be loved and love but can't find energy to even like myself. How I can live with the lies I tell and be mad at the truth. How I'm okay with being stagnant. How I'm not okay with being me. I don't want to be this me I've thought of, imagined, fabricated. I'm trying I really am, I swear I am.

[ablackoleander]

I'm almost always apologizing to myself.

[ablackoleander]

Sometimes I wonder about my sanity. I wonder whether not the struggle is worth it. There used to be purpose, there used to be reason, there was love. There was hope. Where is that now? I'm thinking whether or not I'm worth it. I can't keep going through these mood swings, and I don't want to ruin anyone else. I've fucked up so many people. I used to think I was a blessing , I thought that I was bringing something worth something to people's lives, but in actuality I'm ruining people, and I don't know if I'm doing it on purpose or if it's just my nature..... Something I can't control. I'm sorry.

[perfectionisodd-deactivated2016]

"I write what I can't say, but I seem to feel it all."

Word Mixtape- A book of poetry and what we’d rather not say out loud. 

[perfectionisodd-deactivated2016]

go get it :) paperback also available!

[alwaysbewoke]

Fuck white people. I fucking swear.

[ssstop-it-sunflowa]

Really tried it smh

[jaylenejoybeligan-deactivated20]

she should have used the ones that were made into postcards

[sonoanthony]

Wait….. What? ^

[betances]

lynch mob photos were often used as postcards because nothing says ‘hey look at how cool I am’ like a pic of the squad being racist murderers

[revolutionarykoolaid]

thought long and hard about posting this with trigger warnings. white people wonder why i’m so critical of whiteness though, in part because they’ve never been confronted with the history of their people.

[black--lamb-blog]

this is why i’m disgusted by white history. look at the children smiling…those are ya’lls grandparents. pay attention.

[drankinwatahmelin]

They enjoy looking at dead Black bodies & having keepsakes to remind them of our deaths.  They enjoy watching us die.

The postcard reads: “This is where they lynched a Negro the other day. They don’t know who done it. I guess they don’t care much.  I don’t you you?”

& furthermore, let me just let y’all know that this is still going on, except they call it “art” now.  They put together their little exhibits & pretend they’re doing it to bring awareness to the situation in this country, but I promise you that’s not the case.  It’s so they can enjoy staring at dead Black bodies & not be considered monsters like their ancestors, except they are. They’re the same & framing it as “ART” changes nothing

[lovefool-mp3]

mermaids don’t have thigh gaps but they can still lure men to their deaths

[lonequixote]

Art is to console those who are broken by life.

Vincent van Gogh (via lonequixote)

[ablackoleander]

All that money ain't done nothing for your psyche.

[ablackoleander]

Self pity is a hell of a drug.

[ablackoleander]

And when you get scared of me loving you, promise me you won’t run. Promise me you’ll try.

[ablackoleander]

Remember what I said about the birds...

[ablackoleander]

I wish there was more of me to give you.

[ablackoleander]

I’ve got to get it together.

[ablackoleander]

I know what love feels like.

[ablackoleander]

No one has ever painted me, to be as divine as you’ve imagined that I am.

[ablackoleander]

As the time goes, I grow as a person. It's not easy but she inspires me to mature. I don't want to push her away, I just want to be secure enough to hold her.