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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
I’m wishing new homes and apartments on everyone that sees this post!!! It’s already yours!! CLAIM IT 🧿🧿🧿
This still blows my mind
Normal People, Jane Austen, and the Romance of Walking Around by @snoopysfriendwoodstock
In many cultures, ethnic groups, and nations around the world, hair is considered a source of power and prestige. African people brought these traditions and beliefs to the Americas and passed them down through the generations.
In my mother’s family (Black Americans from rural South Carolina) the women don’t cut their hair off unless absolutely necessary (i.e damage or routine trimming). Long hair is considered a symbol of beauty and power; my mother often told me that our hair holds our strength and power. Though my mother’s family has been American born for several generations, it is fascinating to see the beliefs and traditions of our African ancestors passed down. We are emotionally and spiritually attached to our hair, cutting it only with the knowledge that we are starting completely clean and removing stagnant energy.
Couple this with the forced removal and covering of our hair from the times of slavery and onward, and you can see why so many Black women and men alike take such pride and care in their natural hair and love to adorn our heads with wigs, weaves, braids, twists, accessories, and sharp designs.
Hair is not just hair in African diaspora cultures, and this is why the appropriation and stigma surrounding our hair is so harmful.
shoutout to the survivors who are not forgiving, who do not believe that what happened to them was ‘for a reason’, who know they did not deserve it, who are angry at what happened to them, and who do not show the typical ‘good victim’ trope. You all get so much shit from people about how you should act from your trauma because only ‘good victims’ are deserving of empathy and support. You deserve so much more than that.
in the mood to be called honey.. sweetie.. my angel.. my love
the cure to self-sabotage is to anchor yourself to the universal truth that you are worth it. you are worth the effort. you are worth the difficulty, you are worth the time, you are worth the consideration. there is never a point in your life, in time itself, that you are not worth it. return to this truth when you feel yourself slipping. do not let it go.
“May we raise children who love the unloved things”
by Nicolette Sowder
May we raise children who love the unloved things–the dandelion, the worms and spiderlings. Children who sense the rose needs the thorn
& run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards sun…
And when they’re grown & someone has to speak for those who have no voice
may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things
and be the ones.
We’ve all been there
on the validity of recognizing emotions
This is so perfect. Because that’s exactly what emotions are for: to help us. They’re TRYING. It’s just that trauma sometimes makes them work a little overtime.
Also I wish my existential malaise would bring me money.
Ilu elodie!
Not enough people talk about the hard work that goes into breaking habits from mental illnesses and trauma (rather it’s your own or generational). It’s a long process and there will be slips but I always believe some progress is better than none. I’ve struggled and I still do. If you are struggling with something know you can break free of it. If you don’t believe in yourself, I believe in you.