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"Through the pain I convinced myself it's only magical for some"

Black people become immediately skeptical of white men (which we have a right to be) who profess their love for black women or date black women, will do detective work on their background to find out if they’re racist or not to make sure they don’t incorporate themselves anywhere in black culture. But black people never do the same for white women, because black people believe black men= the black race so if anyone is claiming to be for black men or defending protecting black men that means they’re for the people, because race= the men. Combine that with the belief that the fight against racism is patriarchal, they view white women as a non-threat to black patriarchy and pro-blackness so they don’t hold white women to the same accountability. Many white women who claim to “love” black men from what I’ve encountered or experienced do not feel the same way about black women.

fightingmisogynoir

Gender Double Standards and misogynoir. What it all boils down too.

goldcoasthoney

Melodramatic black girl. Caution:Profanity.

22 and heartbroken. "Niggas ain't shit" Miss me with that love shit. I'm angry, I'm insecure. I'm in fucking pain. I feel too good for you and not enough for you at the same time. I don't have enough left in me to love again. Liked it better when I was numb. ...take me back to before I met you.

"Of course I loved him," she says, "you don't give people you don't love power to destroy you."

kushandwizdom

Just a reminder that you’re whole without someone else. You are not a fraction. You’re a complete masterpiece all by yourself.

http://twitter.com/goodquoteco (via kushandwizdom)

noseppuku

12:02am

"Old friend, in your own sweet time. We'll share a good goodbye." - Lianne

streetclub

thee-renaissance-man

Beyond excited to say that Ms. C said YES to becoming Mrs. Goodly!!! (at Jackson Square)

thee-renaissance-man

It’s been over 48 hours now since I asked the biggest and most important question of my life and it still doesn’t seem real.

The night before I didn’t sleep well at all. I kept waking up due to dreams where the proposal went completely and utterly wrong… Such things as me dropping the ring down a hole in the street or me stepping on it and breaking it for instance.

All in total from the time I first decided to started designing her ring with the jeweler and planning the proposal with her friends to this past Sunday when I proposed was about 2 months. And I didn’t really get nervous until the 30 seconds before.

I had a little bit of nervous energy that morning when I woke up and I honestly don’t remember a single thing that was said in church that morning. All I could think about is how she had one of her rings on her ring finger so I knew she had no clue that I was going to propose in less than 2 hours.

After church we headed down to the French Quarter here in New Orleans where I had planned the proposal for; AND OF COURSE HER FRIENDS WERE LATE! So I stalled and we walked around the Quarter; going in and out of little shops as we always do.

So we started to walk towards Jackson Square where “we had brunch reservations” as she thought. As we walked into Jackson Square I saw that my buddy who was there to take the pictures and HER FRIENDS WERE IN THE WRONG LOCATION. So now I have to slow her down and wait for them to get into the right location.

We’re walking holding hands and she asks me, “Why is your hand shaking?” and “Why are you pulling me?” and “What’s wrong?”…. I ignored all these and I really don’t remembered what I said to her, and then we came up to my friend (who she didn’t know at the time). We always take a picture in front of the Cathedral so it was nothing out of the ordinary when I asked “a random person” (my friend) to take a picture of us.

Then as he took the picture I dropped down onto one knee… And then honestly I don’t remember much. She screamed and cried… And i shed a few tears as well.

All I know now is that I am happily engaged to my best friend!