WANDERLUST
…. you can’t just give the pussy away you gotta make him work for it.
a person who deadass believe it’s impossible for a woman to initiate and want sex. (via luvyourselfsomeesteem)


Last week, I walked through the part of the city I loved when I still loved you, our old haunts. You know, even the ghosts have moved on.
Warsan Shire. (via ifilookback-iamlost)


Exotic means there, not here. Them, not us. You, but definitely not me. Exotic is a word defined by the speaker’s perspective, which assumes dominance and normalcy over the person being called exotic.

I’m not a parrot. So don’t call me exotic.

It’s a micro-aggression. It’s a backhanded compliment. And it’s simply inaccurate.

(via theweekmagazine)




luvyourselfsomeesteem:

blkmartian:

dopecelebkids:

Blue Ivy & Her Boyfriend 

& her what???

It’s Blue Ivy and her friend that happens to be a boy relax.


trvl:

Private Moon by Leonid Tishkov


nevver:

Études, Emery Lena



luvyourselfsomeesteem:

'Strong black woman' is a sterotype. It is played out, annoying and is not a compliment. Don't expect me to remain silent and stoic in pain. I am human too.



Niggas will literally beg for your time, then waste it.
Queen’C (via sexxxpensive)

YEESSS



cleophatrajones:

Squeeeee




yagazieemezi:

When I Was Bulimic

The funny thing about my bulimia was that no one noticed. I suppose it was because I didn’t lose a huge amount of weight all at once. As an African woman, I saw admitting to an eating disorder as a BIG deal. It took me years to tell anyone because I was so ashamed of such a ‘weakness’.  I have met only a few Africans open enough to discuss any eating disorder they may have had.

It all started when I came to the States. I went through a long ugly duckling stage and constantly compared myself to everyone; from girls at high-school to women in music videos. I started to workout for two hours everyday. I would eat little all day and stuff my belly at night. I would feel so defeated once that ‘full’ feeling came about so one day, I put my fingers down my throat. And I kept on doing it. I loved that I could eat so much and enjoy the food but throw it all up and get that empty stomach feel. I was 17 at that time and in my senior year of high school. I did not overcome this until my last semester of freshman year in college… (keep reading)

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Powerful.

the journey is long and speaking our stories is everything.



amoyed:

when someone “jokingly” steals food from your plateimage

Lml



the-goddamazon:

be-blackstar:

strugglingtobeheard:

weloveblackgirlsssss:

Oh my that fro

How is this real? This is so beautiful but all I think is how you do all that work? Omg praise

Goals.

She looks like she smells like sunflowers in a summer rain sheesh I think I have a crush.

shaniroti:

Sext: I’m on my way over to deep condition your hair, wash it and oil your scalp.

Me: 

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