Ecstatic & Instiate
Shyla. 20. Spelman.
Ask.
(Source: surferdude182, via just-smilelikeyoumeanit)
Truth is. I’m at a function right now. And all I can think about is my girl. And how much I miss her…
not even feeling cute, just laying here wondering why tf so many people label my face as “ethnically ambiguous” or point to me as the example of the “american melting pot”
tf cos i’m literally the most monoracial brown chick ever. and not proudly. my baba was the first in his fam of 11 to not marry his cousin. my mamis family is considered ethnically diverse cos her grampa was algerian. they all have light brown hair/green eyes. i’m so inbred i have to wonder how i even exist without deformities. there are plenty of folks with mixed identities out there, and it aint me, so stop tryna tag me with that shit cos you’re uncomfortable without a concrete place to put me in the racial binary. arabs aren’t a monolithic group, we’re an ethnic group with lots of different physiological features. and we shouldn’t be counted as white.
<3 so cute tho.
another awkward moment
Tears
Are So
Powerful, Such
Curious Things
They tend To Fall
At moments of Joy and
In Moments of Pain but
More often than Not they tend
To fall at times of Fear and in Despair
However, In my experience tears most
Commonly fall at times of intense loneliness
Shortly after I have to admit the sentiment
To myself. Even still, more often than not
Tears appear, to me, for seemingly
No reason at all
Infatuation is.
Infatuation is one hell of a stage of denial.
You can’t deny that.
Even though infatuation may whisper in your ear,
“Not this time”, with every second-guess.
Don’t doubt for a second how deep you are in the stage.
And know this.
Eyelids sometimes curtain fire escapes
so at times, windowsill may look like the only option.
I know this.
My heart was once on fire.
And lacrimal fluid turned fire extinguisher
which only seemed to spark more flames.
I was infatuated.
With the thought of who I wanted them to be
and what I wanted to be for them.
I couldn’t deny infatuations whispers of
“Not this times” and “doesn’t matters.”
Or see past stage frightened eyelids.
Now I’m curtain called away every time I see stage.
"Infatuation is one hell of a stage of denial."
"But I’m not gonna sit around and waste my precious divine energy, trying to explain and be ashamed of things you think are wrong with me."
Esperanza Spalding (via spit-dirty)
(via syriaslyradical)
Grrrrr…
The fact that I came home for the weekend to find out that my mother had given my Jordan #2’s away. tf. -_____-
Wehrli takes everyday scenes of disorder and rearranges them into neat rows, sorted by different attributes such as color, size, shape, and type, etc.
(via tenderartist)
AUC love. :)
(Source: leilockheart, via whataqueerblog)
"She caught me by surprised I must say
Cause I never had seen such a pretty face
With such a warm and beautiful smile
It wasn’t hard for me to notice her style
I was fascinated surely
She took my heart and held it for me"
“Take You Out”, Luther Vandross
