Time Can Only Tell....

Arianna Taylor, you would she has it easy. Coming from the family of the well-respected Taylor's. The grass isn’t always greener on the other side. To the naked eye, she seems like she lives the American dream. Wealthy family, nice things, perfect grades etc. Yet you wouldn’t dare to think that same suburban girl has issues of her own. College is her escape or so she thinks. New city, new faces, new world. Will college be what she hoped for or will she be sidetracked by a feeling she never expected to feel? Tristan Hill, star running back, stunning smile and charming personality to match. He practically rules KU’s campus. All the girls want him and guys want to be him. Problem: Tristan isn’t all what he portrays. One night changed Tristan’s life forever, a night that still haunts him to this day. A night he will never forgive his self for. Will Tristan’s past continue to haunt him or will he allow someone’s compassion change him into a better man? Time Can Only Tell……

[purplechocolatekisses]

Help Everyone Find A Job In Their Field

[afroclusterfunk]

Money cat can only do so much

[hustleinatrap]

Remember all of them. NOW they are silent. Black people deserve respect. Black victims of police terror deserve attention.

[cartnsncreal]

oh my that is heartbreak

[daguruchizz-deactivated20200224]

That’s sad

[blackqueenpersephone-deactivate]

No sympathy. Obviously his job is more important to him than black lives or he wouldn’t be there

[clarknokent]

^ nah bruh so many (not all) black people joined the police force with the belief that they could make a change. That they could help protect the communities they grew up in. But they find out they cant make a change until they are so high up in the ranks. After seeing so much corruption and things being swept under the rug. The few that do try to be whistle blowers, they often get set up to be bashed and killed by fellow cops(Christopher Dorner). And now that they have the job and are dependent on the income so they can’t just quit.

[daydreamerofyesterday]

This really fucking hurts to see, especially since i used to want to become a cop to make a difference and protect my fellow community

[a6]

when ur moc (mom of color) takes u to a foc (function of color) and u just have to sit there and listen to all the aunties goc (gossip of color)

[shewiththepenthatwrites]

An Open Letter To The Black Kings I'm Afraid of Losing 👑

Something on my mind & heart, had to release it..

There’s a chip on your shoulder from the day you’ve born into the world, I understand. It doesn’t stem from just your past, the present or the uncertainty that is your future but a combination of all of the above. They like to refer to it as ancient history when it isn’t far enough away because you can still see the grief in your great grandmothers eyes when you ask her about your family tree.. how many siblings did she have and how come she will only name off her mother’s children? It’s still so close you can hear you the sound of your grandfather’s heart pumping too fast as his anger took over that one time you called your little brother nigga in his presence. You’ll remember the look in his eye forever because he looked at you like you had broken his heart and killed all of his dreams. You are told the chip doesn’t exist, that you’re making it up to play the victim role yet they don’t know how the oppression you try to ignore feels beating down your neck every day you hear the phrase ‘make America great again”. Or you walk into department store only to be followed around like criminal. For that I am sorry, brother you aren’t imagining things. They’ll never understand the agony and frustration that runs through your veins knowing that you are as unprotected in this world as a newborn baby without a loved one to hear it’s cry. How helpless you feel as they instruct you to follow the rules and laws that were made for them, by them in the country that is just as rightfully yours as theirs no matter how they try to rewrite history. Your world, your country.. the land of the free but built on the back of slave will forever belong to you. The broken backs from exhaustion of field picking, the black bodies that line the ocean floor thrown overboard on the journey no one wanted to take, and millions of men just like you who were beaten, hung, and shot down weren’t taken as sacrifice but were stolen from our families, from our lives. My brothers, my kings.. your reparations are the justice and peace you only want but they won’t give. We, us, your sisters are always there for you to give all the strength,love and warmth you can bare as you carry the burden that world as placed on your shoulders because of the color of your skin. Our shoulders are forever here for you to lean on and cry if you will. Our hearts are continuously open to hear your pleads as you bear the emotions you aren’t allowed to have out in the world because they will be seen as weaknesses… something you can’t have even in a time of need. Brothers dripped in melanin gold, so regal the world can’t handle your royalness. Your sisters value you in all the ways, how you find strength in the words of Malcolm X & Marcus Garvey yet and still can be so free spirited to appreciate the comedic genius of Martin & Fresh Prince at the same damn time. The words I appreciate you, I care for you will never amount up to love that your sisters have you for. There’s no right way to end this letter, it just doesn’t feel right so we’ll just leave it open always… just like our arms for you.

With love, signed your sisters who love you forever ❤

[timecanonlytellfanfic]

💕AVAILABLE NOW!! 💕 #SupportAnAuthor “It was her soul that got me. I felt her way before I knew her, that’s as real as it gets. I had to chase her because she was already mine.” Devyn Angel Gooden had never had it easy. Every step she’d taken in life has been followed by something or someone making her take two steps back. Despite her misfortunes and string of bad luck, Devyn has managed to secure her footings as a notorious club owner all of Miami respects or fears. You’d never catch her asking for a handout, she keeps to herself and focuses on her only love; the money. Devyn never expected anything to ever get into her head enough to make her switch focus until she met him: Hayden “Chance” Sanchez. At only the age of twenty-five, Hayden “Chance” Sanchez wasn’t just another nigga in the streets. He moved different with a determination and focus he just knew the world was for the taking right beneath his fingertips. If he wanted something, he was going to get it. The streets were his playground and he was the king of it all. His feelings were detachable and no love was ever lost when it came down to subject of women: He didn’t have time for a relationship or the patience. Yet the second he laid eyes on the memorizing and intriguing Devyn; he sees her as challenge a man of his stature will never back down from. As a race to thaw cold hearts ensues, will Devyn or Chance be too caught up in love to realize the deception or betrayal that is right around the corner? In a tale of two hustlers who learned to love the root of all evil before their selves, finding love won’t be easy. Hearts will be broken and put back together, tears will be shred, and Miami will never be the same. In the end, Devyn and Chance will find their selves asking: is there really power in a hustler’s love? #TalehiaPresents #ThePinkPrint #NewPrint #AllSummer16  http://www.amazon.com/Power-Hustlers-Love-Tee-Graham-ebook/dp/B01GOIIANU?ie=UTF8&dpID=51og5y7yRIL&dpPl=1&keywords=tee%20graham&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_FMwebp_QL65&qid=1465232509&ref=plSrch&ref_=mp_s_a_1_8&ref_=redir_mobile_desktop&sr=8-8

[timecanonlytellfanfic]

Coming Monday A Hot Debut by Tee Graham Power of a hustlers love Updates TPresent to 22828 “It was her soul that got me. I felt her way before I knew her, that’s as real as it gets. I had to chase her because she was already mine.” Devyn Angel Gooden had never had it easy. Every step she’d taken in life has been followed by something or someone making her take two steps back. Despite her misfortunes and string of bad luck, Devyn has managed to secure her footings as a notorious club owner all of Miami respects or fears. You’d never catch her asking for a handout, she keeps to herself and focuses on her only love; the money. Devyn never expected anything to ever get into her head enough to make her switch focus until she met him: Hayden “Chance” Sanchez. At only the age of twenty-five, Hayden “Chance” Sanchez wasn’t just another nigga in the streets. He moved different with a determination and focus he just knew the world was for the taking right beneath his fingertips. If he wanted something, he was going to get it. The streets were his playground and he was the king of it all. His feelings were detachable and no love was ever lost when it came down to subject of women: He didn’t have time for a relationship or the patience. Yet the second he laid eyes on the memorizing and intriguing Devyn; he sees her as challenge a man of his stature will never back down from. As a race to thaw cold hearts ensues, will Devyn or Chance be too caught up in love to realize the deception or betrayal that is right around the corner? In a tale of two hustlers who learned to love the root of all evil before their selves, finding love won’t be easy. Hearts will be broken and put back together, tears will be shred, and Miami will never be the same. In the end, Devyn and Chance will find their selves asking: is there really power in a hustler’s love?

[timecanonlytellfanfic]

My baby my debut into the publishing world...Coming to a Kindle near you on JUNE 6th The Power Of A Hustler's Love 💜 Text TPRESENT to 22828 for updates. ‪#‎TalehiaPresents‬ ‪#‎ThePinkPrint‬

Are you ready for the heat 🔥🔥

[timecanonlytellfanfic]

[timecanonlytellfanfic]

He told her she was his moon in the midnight sky. She rejoiced , feeling as though she found the one. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he would always prefer the sun glowing in the clear blue sky or just shining in stripes barely behind cloudy gray masses. He liked the moon but he was in love with sun. She would never compare and no matter the love or hope in her heart, he would never choose her.

@shewiththepenthatwrites

[timecanonlytellfanfic]

Chapter 20 ◇◇ The Circle Completes (on Wattpad) http://w.tt/1R37M4N Book 2 They say love is a hell of an addiction. More powerful than any drug, more dangerous than any force hatred is capable of. Love makes you blind, intoxicated and worse than anything else unbalanced beyond measure. Love is titling off the edge of a cliff, closed eyed and weight unleveled and blindly trusting your partner to save you every time without a flinch or second thought. Love is the connection, the rope that lies in your partners hand and keeps you from falling.. too deep or too far from beyond their reach. Love is the intimacy of knowing when to say when.. when to give up… when the rope has been pulled too many times, weakened far over repairing. Love is also the act of never letting go so once your partner pulls one last time, the rope strings apart and continues falling, you fall unapologetically right behind them. --- Chance and Devyn’s love wasn’t unexpected and neither was chaos that followed. Nothing in their lives has ever been expected yet now they strive to change that on a mission to vindicate or terminate any dangers or unknowns of their pasts. This is life or death for them, failure isn’t an option. Demons from the past emerge, secrets began to unravel, lies are told, heads will roll, loyalties and promises will be broken, and the worst of their nightmares come true. No one said it would ever be easy. Welcome to The Fighter’s Club: Survival of the Fittest.

[t-fey]

It takes years as a woman to unlearn what you have been taught to be sorry for.

Amy Poehler in Yes Please (via t-fey)

[timecanonlytellfanfic]

They say love is a hell of an addiction. More powerful than any drug, more dangerous than any force hatred is capable o...

[thescriptlab]

Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.

Natalie Goldberg (via thescriptlab)

[wnq-writers]

He made me want to crawl out of my own skin. I was now an abandoned building, damaged, alone and everyone too afraid to take a look inside.

like-a-secret-or-a-sin (via wnq-writers)

[chrissongzzz]

Reblog if you think your Mother is a blessing to You.

[chrissongzzz]

456 REBLOGS….

ARE YOU MAD ??????

MAY GOD FORGIVE YOU FOR NOT CLICKING ON REBLOG.

[be-fearless-brave-and-kind]

Dear future child If it’s 3am and you find yourself in a world of complete despair Please do not turn to strangers on the internet for solace as I did Please climb onto my bed And I will hold you until the demons sleep If it is Thursday morning and you are too sad to move I won’t force you I will buy ice cream and we will watch your favourite tv show and I will remind you of your importance If you feel as if you have no purpose I will remind you that you were created entirely with love and every pain you feel, I feel too When you’re sure you can’t go on anymore I will tell you that when I was 21 I searched for peace at the bottom of a vodka bottle chased by a bottle of pain killers But that five years later When you were placed in my arms in the delivery room I realised that you were why I had been holding on Without realising it, you saved me, do you know how amazing that is? So if you ever feel like grabbing that vodka bottle, put it down, we will get in the car and I will drive until the sky turns magenta I will show you how the sun rises every morning to encourage you to rise too Sweetheart I refuse to be unaware of your sufferings As my mother was to mine.

Your mental health is my priority. (via be-fearless-brave-and-kind)

This is so fucking beautiful. I’m crying. Gawh

(via lojo1815)