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@vanillahontas
Softness. In my life. I want a lot of it
To all my black followers and friends, stay safe.
Also, I would like to add that black lives have always mattered, will always matter.
It’s awful that we even have to say that because it should be a given. However, we need to say it loud and clear for the racists.
We cannot be silent.
That’s why I’m taking my sweet time with that relationship shit.
We gon be friends first for a long time, we gon date for a long time, we gon develop a proper understanding of each other first before we jump into titles and introducing people to each other and etc cute shit people do for the look of it.
Because if they can’t be patient with me while we figuring each other out then it’s a dub.
WORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Almost every woman I have ever met has a secret belief that she is just on the edge of madness, that there is some deep, crazy part within her, that she must be on guard constantly against ‘losing control’ — of her temper, of her appetite, of her sexuality, of her feelings, of her ambition, of her secret fantasies, of her mind.”
— Elana Dykewomon, “Notes for a Magazine,” Sinister Wisdom #36 (Winter 1988/89)
“I believe in poems as I do haunted houses. We say, someone must have died here.”
— Rosa Alcalá, “Voice: An Essay,” from MyOTHER Tongue (via bostonpoetryslam)