"I am a very introverted person who enjoys spending time alone, but l do occasionally like to pop out of my bubble and meet other people. When l connect with people, l connect very deeply. I’m not very surface, l can’t cold talk. I always get straight to the core: l want to know what their biggest defeat is or such like."

Lykke Li (via nyu-tah)

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sadiiqsunra:

whitetears365:

darvinasafo:

Let’s see how many of y’all ready to show some SOLIDARITY…

Can someone help me make a list of black owned businesses so people know which stores to shop at so this black out can work. Or if anyone already has a list please share.

Yes!

sadiiqsunra:

whitetears365:

darvinasafo:

Let’s see how many of y’all ready to show some SOLIDARITY…

Can someone help me make a list of black owned businesses so people know which stores to shop at so this black out can work. Or if anyone already has a list please share.

Yes!

(via lust-eat-dream)

Reblog if it is 104% okay to come to your ask and just say ‘Hi can we be friend’s and then start asking you random questions.

(Source: gxylien, via jazzeffulgence)

sodomymcscurvylegs:

Being an adult is realizing that $5,000 is a lot of money to owe and very little money to own.

(via jazzeffulgence)

My beautiful POC...

sa-m0an:

If you are a person of color that has battled or still continues to battle with depression, anxiety, an eating disorder and self harm, please reblog.

I want to visually make a statement that these situations are not just “white people” issues. And it is okay to speak up about it…

(via orbitofamalthea)

"

Delete her number.
Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reachvout to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.

"

(via laurenhooper)

(via mybeautifultwistedlife)

thisiseverydayracism:

quentintortellini:

History Parallels

1st image: 1967 Newark Riots

2nd image: 2014 Ferguson Protests

3rd image: 1964 Harlem Riots

4th image: 2014 Ferguson Protests

Telling.

(via hopeless-romantic6)

Y’all ever feel something from your core? Like everything in you and that are pulling you toward each other like magnets?

suprchnk:

it’s annoying getting asked if i’m ok all the time cause i’m not always smiling like some insane asylum patient. this is just my regular face.

(via krazekhaos)

Meeeeee. Um I don’t want a drink but they have wings tho

Meeeeee. Um I don’t want a drink but they have wings tho

(Source: whinybaby, via spicyfruit)