Elegancia tropical

Natalia, Colombia. Feminist. I like political theory/philosophy and poetry. IG: nataliadominguezch

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“You think because he doesn’t love you that you are worthless. You think that because he doesn’t want you anymore that he is right – that his judgment and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you out, then you are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Don’t. It’s a bad word, ‘belong.’ Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn’t be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can’t even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, because the clouds let him; they don’t wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him. You can’t own a human being. You can’t lose what you don’t own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don’t, do you? And neither does he. You’re turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can’t value you more than you value yourself.”  

Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon

[accras]

RIP Toni Morrison, Feb. 18, 1931-Aug. 5, 2019

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I am not seaworthy. Look how the fish mistake my hair for home. I had a life, like you. I shouldn’t be riding the sea. I am not seaworthy. Let me be earth bound; star fixed Mixed with sun and smacking air. Give me the smile, the magic kiss To trick little boy death of my hand. I am not seaworthy. Look how the fish mistake my hair for home.

Toni Morrison, Five Poems. Illustrations by Kara Walker.

[mangodebango]

Angela Davis, Santa Clara County Jail, California, 27th December, 1971.

[queenhelenna]

En cualquier lugar que estuvieran, recordarán siempre que el pasado era mentira, que la memoria no tenía caminos de regreso, que toda primavera antigua era irrecuperable, y que el amor más desatinado y tenaz era de todos modos una verdad efímera.

Cien años de soledad - Gabriel García Márquez  (via queenhelenna)

[macrolit]

Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez 

[casimir0]

Sun Never Shines - Ryan Debolski

[6lacksoul]

[danger]

[freexmoney]

izzy photo by andré pessoa

[24kblk]

the role of the lover is exactly the same as the role of the artist. if i love you, i must make you aware of the things you do not see.

james baldwin (via 24kblk)

[piginflames]

[bonesache]

Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, which is the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death– ought to decide, indeed, to earn one’s death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible to life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return. One must negotiate this passage as nobly as possible, for the sake of those who are coming after us. But white Americans do not believe in death, and this is why the darkness of my skin so intimidates them.

James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time (via bonesache)

[metaphorformetaphor]

And no matter what I was doing, another me sat in my belly, absolutely cold with terror over the question of my life.

James Baldwin, from Giovanni’s Room (Vintage, 2013; first published 1956)

[theimpossiblecool]

“The place in which I’ll fit will not exist until I make it.”

James Baldwin.

[universitybookstore]

“Know from whence you came. If you know whence you came, there are absolutely no limitations to where you can go.“ – James Baldwin.  Illustrated with three early portraits of the writer by gay novelist and photographer, Carl Van Vechten (June 17, 1880 - December 21, 1964.)

[artfilmfan]

I Am Not Your Negro (Raoul Peck, 2016)