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— Melissa Cox
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@wordsworthwritting
“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”
— Melissa Cox
Mr. Santa
So a friend sent me this post
And highly amused I decided to continue it further through the song. Heres what I came up with.
Now hes making a list
And checking it twice
And hes gonna find out
Whos been naughty or nice
So dont go tryna be slick
Cause hes checking the list
Yeah hes checking the list
So you better watch out, now
Better not cry or pout, now
Im telling you whhyyyyyy!!!
Cause he sees you sleep
and he knows when you're....
Awaaaaaakkkkkkee!!!!
Santa clause!
Santas coming to the town
Through your chimney he crawls down
Passing presents round and round
He flys in on christmas day!!!
So that we may celebrate
So be good for goodness saaaaaakkee
Cause he's Mr. Santaaa!!!
Is this love or cognitive dissonance
There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people will try to make you miserable; don't help them by doing the job yourself.
— Laurell K. Hamilton
“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.”
— Zora Neale Hurston / Their Eyes Were Watching God
When I talk to him, I feel as though maybe I’m not so hard to love
“The most disrespected person in America is the Black Woman. The most unprotected person in America is the Black Woman. The most neglected person in America is the Black Woman.”
-Malcolm X (1962)
(Originally made on insta by @michaelabalogun)
[Multiple people have pointed out that the Sojourner Truth speech isn’t accurate. Interesting none of you bother recommending other resources to spread awareness of what it’s like to be a Black Woman while you are pulling attention away from the main point–Black Women need to be recognized. If you have such a problem with how accurate the speech is, just know I looked into it and apparently she approved the second version which also expresses how she’s feeling. Let’s move on or pm me and I can list some alternatives if it’s weighing on your mind.]
I am terrified to love you
~wordsworthwriting
because for whatever reason there's an error when I try to post it through the email
He was heavy. He weighed me down. So far down that I was sinking. But I was so tangled up in him that breaking free was almost impossible. Because after awhile you make peace with drowning, you accept it. Until someone else comes along and teaches you how to breathe again. And suddenly you crave fresh air, you crave the freedom of being detached from him. So you let go. Because maybe you fooled yourself into thinking you were tangled up, but the truth is you were holding on. So let go. Breathe again.
-C.C.
Yall ever procrastinate sleeping? Like you should be asleep and you want to but you just.. keep doing more things for no reason?
FUCK OFF, SATAN!!!
I’m writing my novel in fifth person, so every sentence starts with “I heard from this guy who told somebody...”
“No, you’re not wrong to expect a love that respects and values you for the person you are. You’re wrong to expect anything less.”
—
“You still give me bad dreams.”
from Something I Want To Tell You #226 (via @sixshadesofwordstories )
I never liked the taste of coffee until the day I tasted it on your lips when you kissed me in the rain on that September afteroon.
Now it’s all I drink