“‘Crazy’, a convenient conclusion for the mysterious storm you never took the time to understand.”
— Noor Shirazie
trying on a metaphor
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Misplaced Lens Cap

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if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
KIROKAZE
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Love Begins
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“‘Crazy’, a convenient conclusion for the mysterious storm you never took the time to understand.”
— Noor Shirazie
“Or was my rage my mother’s? Or her mother’s? Or hers? An inherited creature?”
— Lidia Yuknavitch, Letter to My Rage: An Evolution
Why is life full of so many embarrassing and unnecessary moments? Like I could’ve done great in life without this memory bro. Wtf.
I’m mad mad.
🎨 IG : @kwa_goz
My bullshit’s on hold... for now 😈
Just need to get through the next three weeks. 😅
Bad, Bougie and Black! 💁🏿♀️💸✨
Med Surg can go kick rocks. 😒
FHEUANTUWBAKGHWOKAHR!! 🤯
I’m pretty dumb sometimes 🤷🏾♀️
African adornment. Unknown
Yoruba baby and parent wearing Gẹlẹdẹ mask Benin
Souvenir I, Kerry James Marshall, 1997
Collection Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago
rare vent art from a few months ago
I feel this!!! Also love how you muted the color along the way, I think it makes it that much more impactful!
This is exactly what it’s like,,,,
I have almost entirely stopped singing. Because a good friend called me annoying for singing in the bathroom.
Decades ago, I was staying with my grandfather, when one day he mentioned that I tended to sing or hum quietly as I was going about my business.
I knew this. I had been told off for it more times than I could count. I tried so hard not to do it, and I stopped any time I caught myself.
I started to apologize.
“No,” he said, “I was going to say that it’s really nice.”
I’m 38 years old, and I still carry that conversation with me like a g-ddamn security blanket.