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Ldn Native. Art. Memoirs. Past, Present, Future. NSFW. 18+. Can't FB. #Mine NotACamGirl🚫

[y-all-needyeezus]

Salt by Nayyirah Waheed

[quotemadness]

“Change is hardest at the beginning, messiest in the middle and best at the end.”

— Robin S. Sharma

[sapphothetic-moved]

richard siken, clementine von radics

[blackroseberry22]

“Sunday in Bed-Stuy 📸 “

Photographer IG:solaeclipse

[sup3rm00n]

The return of the 90s aesthetic ✨️ looking all kinds of magical

[knowlesian]

not to be an old cranky leftist but going forward i think those of us who live in the us need to remember a protest is not a group powerwalk to register polite disapproval with those in power

a protest is an implied threat. a protest says there are a lot of us, and we do not like what you’re doing. we are giving you a chance to course correct before we take things to the next level.

if there’s no shared commitment to the potential of moving to that next level: a protest is useless and essentially just public performance art.

[nonhumanentity]

[literary-connection]

[nevver]

[hatin]

via weheartit

[culturenerds]

[pettysailorguardian]

poppin up on racists like

[iambaby-j]

Black tumblr be like

[butterflyknyfe]

Heard you was talkin shit.

[glozirina]

[transformaciones]

[peachybeam]

[tibby]

it’s actually very easy to live a life free of social media if you don’t consider tumblr a form of social media. which i don’t. #freedom #technologicallyfree #offline #amish

[lavalamps]

[sup3rm00n]

I draw you near.

Whisper a hymm of profanities in my ear.

[sup3rm00n]

In the process of learning why I am who I am, I had a random epiphany that I don't date guys like my dad because I see alot of my mum in my self (though that pains me to admit) and I don't think they were well suited.

So I always assume overly organised, self diciplined men will eventually get agitated with the poetic chaos that is my life. Sober eyes see me clearly and that level of scrutiny terrifies me.

Perhaps thats why I always test boundaries early on with men. I show them my crazy side because I want to know if they have the fortitude to withstand me at my worst.

Or, perhaps its because whilst he loved me unconditionally, my Father still wasn't around as much as I needed. So maybe part of me does it out of spite - Choosing men so far from the kinda man he is. Maybe I'm trying to communicate my disappointment.