Hereshecomesnow

My name is Cas

[toots-toots]

Some of you are waiting until you’re skinny to live your best life and I need you to STOP!

[srpepe]

drag me sis

[nyanotnugget]

drag all of us

[yassss-black-diaspora]

[radiophd]

kelela – a message

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so. somebody commented something really negative under my flowershoot photo. so to demonstrate how absolutely unbothered I am by it, I’m posting more pictures 

enjoy :)

[sy1phofsp4c3]

[jervae]

Go the fuck off 🎉

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my themes for this year are: love, fire, destruction, power, and softness

instagram: @sarahnicolefrancois​

[quotemadness]

Be careful who you invite into your soul.

Unknown (via quotemadness)

[xxhereshecomesnowxx]

My love is too delicate to have it thrown back on my face

Ntozake Shange “ For coloured girls who have considered suicide /When the rainbow is Enuf

[sneakybleach]

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[xxhereshecomesnowxx]

I think , therefore I am in a constant state of depression

[quotesandstardust]

Sometimes it feels like someone else is wearing my body.

Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth (via quotesandstardust)

[amiloudenough]

I laugh instead, Agree with you. Bend to you. Break to you. Do anything for you. Fuck you even though I don’t want to.

[amiloudenough]

I often feel as though I am mourning a mother who is still alive. I miss you and dream of you and wish you were still here although physically you are.

A line from “Dear Mom”

[allyphanty]

Where did you get those big eyes? My mother. And where did you get those lips? My mother. And the loneliness? My mother. And that broken heart? My mother. And the absence, where did you get that? My father.

Warsan Shire (via allyphanty)

[lovejahhbless]

I’m lonely so I do lonely things Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same. You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood. I was wandering the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride home. You’re a ghost town I’m too patriotic to leave. I stay because you’re the beginning of the dream I want to remember. I didn’t call him back because he likes his girls voiceless. It’s not that he wants to be a liar; it’s just that he doesn’t know the truth. I couldn’t love you, you were a small war. We covered the smell of loss with jokes. I didn’t want to fail at love like our parents. You made the nomad in me build a house and stay. I’m not a dog. We were trying to prove our blood wrong. I was still lonely so I did even lonelier things. Yes, I’m insecure, but so was my mother and her mother. No, he loves me he just makes me cry a lot. He knows all of my secrets and still wants to kiss me. You were too cruel to love for a long time. It just didn’t work out. My dad walked out one afternoon and never came back. I can’t sleep because I can still taste him in my mouth. I cut him out at the root, he was my favorite tree, rotting, threatening the foundations of my home. The women in my family die waiting. Because I didn’t want to die waiting for you. I had to leave, I felt lonely when he held me. You’re the song I rewind until I know all the words and I feel sick. He sent me a text that said “I love you so bad.” His heart wasn’t as beautiful as his smile We emotionally manipulated one another until we thought it was love. Forgive me, I was lonely so I chose you. I’m a lover without a lover. I’m lovely and lonely. I belong deeply to myself .

- Excuses for Why We Failed At Love || Warsan Shire (via lovejahhbless)

[darrianaxo]

There’s nothing rebellious about loving something that can’t love you. You’re a woman, you should have known that men in the city would split you in half searching for their fathers in between your legs.

Warsan Shire (via darrianaxo)

[warsanshire]

crude conversations with boys who fake laughter often.

He says ‘I don’t get it, why are you still a virgin at 24?’

He says ‘I don’t believe you, I’ve seen you walk, virgins don’t walk like that’

He says, ‘That ain’t natural, people are supposed to fuck.’

He asks ‘Why though? No offence though.’

I ask ‘When was your first time?’

He says ‘I was 12’

He says ‘I know what you’re thinking, that’s too young.’

I look at his knuckles, he has two good hands.

He says ‘She was older than me.’

I ask ‘How old?’

And he says ‘It’s better that the girl is older, that’s how I learnt all things I know’

He licks his lips.

I ask again ‘How old?’

He says ‘I could use one finger to make you sob’

I think of my brother in prison and I can’t remember his face.

I ask again ‘How old?’

He says ‘Boys become men in the laps of women, you know?’

I think of my mothers faced lined with her bad choices in men.

He says ‘If you were mine you wouldn’t get away with this shit, I’d eat you for hours, I’d gut you like fruit.’

I think of my cousins circumcision, how she feels like a mermaid, not human from the waist down.

He says ‘I’d look after you, you know?’

I laugh, I ask for the last time ‘How old?’

He says ’34.’

He says ‘She was beautiful though and I know what you’re thinking but it’s not like that, I’m a man, I’m a man, I’m a man. No one could ever hurt me’.

[xxhereshecomesnowxx]

“ Boys become men in the laps of women, you know” A boy is never a man a boy is a boy , young , a child.A boy’s innocence can be striped away . A boy is never a man.