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Body wants sex.. Heart wants love.. Soul NEEDS peace .
pockets need money
I’ve never seen a better post
omg this is adorable!!!
this is gonna piss the anti vaxxers off and i am so fucking here for it to come state side
Good this is good but we are literally living in Black mirror and this will turn bad very soon
“My uncle was an engineer. He’s the one that exposed me to reading. He’d get a book, finish it, and give it to me. By the time I was twenty I’d read over one thousand books. I learned how to live from the characters I encountered. The first book I ever read was The Passport of Malam Illia, and to this day it’s the reason I never take vengeance. And there’s plenty to be angry about around here. Most of my friends are poor. When we were growing up, police would come to the slum in the evening, pick up my friends, and beat them for no reason. It made me so angry. But books also taught me that we have the power to change things. We can fight for lower fuel prices. We can fight for better medical facilities. I’m actually heading to a protest right now. We haven’t had electricity in this slum for ten days. Why? Because last month we protested and now they’re trying to punish us. But we won’t sit down. Too many poor people don’t realize their own power because they’ve been subjugated for too long. They’re like the chickens I keep in my house. Every time I whistle, the chickens come. Even when I don’t have food in my hand. And that’s how people think. They believe that only government has the power to give. But anything the government has power to give, we have the power to take for ourselves.” (Lagos, Nigeria)
me after using any other social media
I was LITERALLY just thinking this
No one breaks your heart more than you do by overthinking every goddamn little thing
*me thinking this boy had genuine feelings for me*
the biggest lie i ever told & how my husband came to protect it
for years i have lived this lie telling everyone i am allergic to peanuts because i hate the smell of peanut butter and don’t really like peanut butter that much but whenever i used to tell people i don’t like peanut butter they’d get all defensive like “peanut butter is amazing how do you not like it?!” and then i’d have to go into this whole thing to defend my taste buds.
but then i got tired of it and started telling people that i’m just allergic to peanuts because that way it’s not my fault that i hate the smell of peanut butter - it’s now like i’m a sad little baby who will never get to taste peanut butter ever in her life and everyone feels sad for me.
but the problem is that i really love peanut m&ms and so now i can only eat peanut m&ms when i’m at home in secret. the only person who knows my lie is my husband. and so at work this evening we had a small celebration for someone and they had peanut m&ms and i really wanted some but obviously couldn’t eat them in public because then people would know my peanut secret.
and so when we got home after work my husband tipped his jacket over and emptied his pockets and at least thirty or so peanut m&ms fell out of his pockets and he whispered, “i was sneakily accumulating them all night for you because i could see the pain in your eyes.”
and if that isn’t love then i don’t know what is.
Honey if you're reading this, you're going to be a successful black woman
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Soon as he mentioned dying 😭
Yooo he hit em with that
yooo this kid is coming for throats 😂😂😭
LMAO YOOOOO he really let this little boy take him out of character.
Do Not Let Him Mess Up Your Words
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diddy showing his son justin, how fly his fit is
The way he was standing there has me DYINNN
Father/son goals right there
yo nah puff deadass stood all the way tf back for the full experience 😭😂
^^^^ THATS WHAT KILLS ME LMAOOO
And how serious his face gets.
This father consoling his baby son at the doctor’s office is SO CUTE 😍😍😍
Awwwww😂😂😂
This father is doing SO much more than consoling his infant son …
• this father is showing up as a pillar of safety; he’s told his son he acknowledges and believes in the boy’s strength.
• the father is completely present and accepting of his son’s story and helps him tell it. When the son recognizes that his father was fully present and heard the story of his experience of pain, the boy calms completely.
This piece of video will now be at the very top of my teaching tools when training parents and caretakers to work with shock and trauma in infants. It’s one of the finest examples of exemplary parenting I have ever seen in my 35-year healing career. ❤️
March 25th , 2018
I always said that love was a choice. The person you fall for and the person you give yourself to is a choice. A part of me doesn’t really believe that anymore. Maybe love is situational and maybe love isn’t what we think it is. Right now I am freely in love. I never felt that before, from anyone. Even the love from my parents came with stipulations and prices I had to pay. I am tired of being in debt due to love.
The universe has become a very prime factor in my life these past few months. I’ve seen the future in my dreams and I’ve learned the art of making love. I’m not very good at fucking but I love him so I let my heart take control and I become Aphrodite. I do believe he and God might have ganged up against me to allow this to happen.
I prayed for things such as this but how many prayers have I ever actually received? Before this I only prayed for culture, but never actually because I believed I would receive it. Now a prayer is in front of me. His lips are of rose petals and like a star he shines. Allows every hole in me to be owned and conquered.
I finally know what true love is. It isn’t because he buys me things or because we can argue and reconnect. It isn’t because he makes good love to me or because he cooks for me. It isn’t because he tells me how beautiful I am everyday or because he tells me he loves me. True love is acceptance. I love him because he is him. I love him because he has taught me how to love unconditionally in a world where I never was taught unconditionality. True love is more than a feeling. It is more than a mind set or a place or thing. True love is the art of drowning in another human being and being able to breathe …
Favourite thing I’ve read today
“True love is more than a feeling. It is more than a mind set or a place or thing. True love is the art of drowning in another human being and being able to breathe..”
- Divya Adu “March 25th , 2018 (journal entry)”