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[rogwalker-deactivated20170215]

Solange for Paper Monday - 03

We spent some time taking portraits before and after this year’s Met Gala. Read the full story as well as others in our latest digital paper. 

[misterracoon]

You are not lost. You are here. Stop abandoning yourself. Stop repeating this myth about love and success that will land in your lap or evade you forever. Build a humble, flawed life from the rubble, and cherish that. There is nothing more glorious on the face of the earth than someone who refuses to give up, who refuses to give in to their most self-hating, discouraged, disillusioned self, and instead learns, slowly and painfully, how to relish the feeling of building a hut in middle of the suffocating dust.

Ask Polly: Why Should I Keep Going? by Heather Havrilesky (via arabellesicardi)

[mesogeios]

My lover asks me: “What is the difference between me and the sky?” The difference, my love, Is that when you laugh, I forget about the sky.

- Nizar Qabbani, My Lover Asks Me

[theliteraryjournals]

Do you know what happens when you hurt people? ….When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do.

Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things  (via theliteraryjournals)

[monsieurcouture]

Ban Xiaoxue F/W 2016 Menswear Shanghai Fashion Week

[arabellesicardi]

This is so me

[soley-solange]

Born June 24th Wore tap shoes and tutus every where 3-5 Wrote first song (A jingle for the United Way) 9 Felt God 10 Met first love (in a parking lot) 13 Wrote/Released my first album for weird teenagers 15 Started writing songs for other awesome people 16 Lost my best friend Marsai, to gun violence 17 Pregnant 17 Married first love 17 Gave birth to angel baby 18 Financially independent 19 Bought my first house 19 Divorced 20 Wiled the hell out 20-22 Wrote/ Released second album 22 Fell head over heels in love again 22 Insane panic attacks and agoraphobia and convinced I would die by 30 - 24 Wrote/released third album 26 Started record label and cultural hub 27 Released first album on label 27 Freed myself of “friends” on the journey to womanhood 27 Started writing most proud of body of work 27 World called me crazy 27 Married Best Friend 28 Completed 4th album (72 hours before turning 30) Just really getting started 30 🍾

I say all of that to say…don’t eveeer let anyone write your story for you. They can talk, they can doubt, and they can say what they wanna, but only you have the words to narrate this ting we call life. So much gratitude for all of your wishes. So much gratitude for love. So much gratitude for freedom. So much gratitude for life. Ps: About to take a note from Paris Hilton and have 4 parties.

[mymalawach]

Mood

[fariharoisin]

@sarablackmcculloch

[matthewclan]

Have you ever wondered to yourself why it is that all people like me seem to have learned from you is how to imprison and murder each other, how to govern badly, and how to take the wealth of our country and place it in Swiss bank accounts? Have you ever wondered why it is that all we seem to have learned from you is how to corrupt our societies and how to be tyrants? You will have to accept that this is mostly your fault. Let me just show you how you looked to us. You came. You took things that were not yours, and you did not even, for appearances’ sake, ask first. You could have said, ‘May I have this, please?’ and even though it would have been clear to everybody that a yes or no from us would have been of no consequence you might have looked so much better. Believe me, it would have gone a long way. I would have had to admit that at least you were polite. You murdered people. You imprisoned people. You robbed people. You opened your own banks and you put our money in them. The accounts were in your name. The banks were in your name. There must have been some good people among you, but they stayed home. And that is the point. That is why they are good. They stayed home.

Jamaica Kincaid, A Small Place, pp. 34-35 (via matthewclan)

[victoriajoan]

She said the word “spring” as if spring were a close friend, a friend that had dared to go away for a long time and soon would reappear for a passionate reunion. She said, ‘Have you ever seen daffodils pushing their way up out of the ground? And when they’re blooming and all massed together, a breeze comes and makes them do a curtsy to the lawn stretching out in front of them. Have you ever seen that? When I see that, I feel so glad to be alive.’ And I thought, So [she] is made to feel alive by some flowers bending in the breeze. How does a person get to be that way?

jamaica kincaid, lucy (via victoriajoan)

[sonnyperdue]

I have always thought I would be a good mother, but only because I have learned to care so much.

[milkandheavysugar]

Muhammad Ali.before his last fight with Larry Holmes (1980)

[somethoughtseeds]

[jessehimself]

[fuckyeahmarxismleninism]

Muhammed Ali in a Palestinian refugee camp in southern Lebanon, 1974.

Via Richard Reilly

[houndeye]

George Pratt

Blue Door acrylic on panel

“George Pratt is a painter, graphic novelist, and filmmaker.  His first novel, ‘Enemy Ace: War Idyll,’ has been translated into 9 languages and won awards for Best Foreign Graphic Novel in both England and France.  His documentary film, ‘See You in Hell, Blind Boy,’ researches his travels through the Mississippi Delta for his novel of the same name.” 


[angeldelatierra-deactivated2016]

*holds a baby carrot like a cigarette* I’m just….. over it, you know?

[arabellesicardi]

and he said: you pretty full of yourself ain’t chu so she replied: show me someone not full of herself and i’ll show you a hungry person

—Nikki Giovanni “Poem for a Lady Whose Voice I Like" (via arabellesicardi)

sends this 2 all the scrubs

(via arabellesicardi)