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& last night I went to the corner store to buy smokes / for a woman who was waiting for me in a bed / with sheets I could never afford / & I do not know what it is to crave smoke / but I do know what it is to crave the touch of a smoker / & want to hold them close until morning / & this is how I know the holy ghost lives inside of whatever is blown from the lips of the last person you kissed

Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, from “Kirk Franklin Has to Be in Every Rap Song from Now On,” Vintage Sadness (via lifeinpoetry)

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floralls

the florist by nicamille

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#me

I’m 1/3rd through Kindred. This book. Fuck me up, Octavia!!!

It hit me pretty hard right now, at 3:39 in the morning, that I’m incredibly depressed. It’s all over my body, the physical pain. You know when you have the flu and your body aches? That’s how I’ve felt in most of my muscles for the last two days. Everything is harder to do. Every intonation is an insult, a reminder that I’ve failed.

It’s a hard time to be alive right now, but I’m determined to keep at it. All the worst feelings I’ve ever had have passed. This will too.

hyper-ultra

IF EVERUONE ELSE WERE WALKING OFF A CLIFF, HUH, THAT DEPENDS, IS EVERYONE HERE THE WORKING CLASS OR IS IT A FALSE BOURGEOIS UNIVERSALISM

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Snatched this right off someone’s lawn and torched it with my pussy #2016

childofzami

“My political obligations? I am a Black woman … in world that defines human as white and male for starters. Everything I do including survival is political.”

- Audre Lorde