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Fun Fact: Black women are the most educated group in America, earning degrees at higher rates than any other demographic. Your intelligence is undeniable. Keep rising, queen. 🎓✨
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being alone can be addicting once u realize how peaceful it is
(through gritted teeth) there's so much to learn (through sobs) there's so much to learn (through maniacal laughter) there's so much to learn (through sleepy eyes) there's so much to learn (through a tired smile) there's so much to learn
all this anger was once love
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Is this how you roll?
i hate random sad days. having a heavy heart and an anxious mind is the worst.
Sisters be careful
Your brother is very jealous of you.
The brother who has been Mommy’s favorite your whole life. The one who has been gifted money and opportunities only to still be a basic (bum).
The one who has watched you excel despite having no help from your parents.
These men are angry and insecure. Especially the son-husbands.
Their mothers coddle them in exchange for forever companionship. Mothers who enable at the expense of your physical and mental safety.
They’ll sacrifice your safety for the sake of having that man’s attention and approval.
Sisters, be careful
Don’t be the sacrifice!
keeping everything to yourself really hurts after a while.
Men will sit here and get in these unhealthy relationships or situationships (whatever you want to call it), entertaining multiple women, have loads of women on their roster (women they don’t even like), trying to run away and distract themselves from the real issue which is the issue that they have with themselves.
We gear this topic towards women too often, about how some women can’t handle being alone while it’s normalized for men to always have a roster, always be dating or talking to someone.
These men don’t want peace because they do not know peace. They rather project their trauma or insecurities onto another person rather than face it themselves. Instead of acknowledging the problem at hand sitting with themselves, and analyzing the issue, they rather use another person to feed their ego and feed their pride.
You have an ego and a pride that you have to feed but yet can’t even sit with yourself?
“Don’t fool yourself by the illusion of truly knowing people. You’d be surprised with the secrets they hide from you.”
— Andressa Moro
“our men do not belong to anyone. even my own father, left one afternoon, is not mine. my brother is in prison, is not mine. my uncles, they go back home and they are shot in the head, are not mine. my cousins stabbed in the street for being too black or not black enough, are not mine. then the men we try to love, say we carry too much loss, wear too much black, are too heavy to be around, much too sad to love. then they leave and we mourn them too. is that what we’re here for? to sit at kitchen tables, sharing stories of the ones who died, the ones of who left and the ones who were taken by the police, or by drugs, or by illness or by other women. it makes no sense. look at your skin, look at her mouth, these lips, those eyes, my god, listen to that laugh. the only darkness we should allow into our lives is the night, and even then, we have the moon.”
— warsan shire (via thehazelnuttt)
“I have buried you in every place I’ve been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands.”
— Bon Iver, A song for a lover of long time ago
One thing about me...I will disappear