— Assata Shakur
I do not know what romance is. I have never been “wined or dined”, never received love letters, chocolates or flowers, never held hands in public, or spent hours up at night talking on the phone…and that a does not bother me. That is not the love I long for. I want something more, the most. I want passion. I want sensitivity, rage, jealously, sincerity. I want my other to teach me, to feed me, eat and drink me up. Fill me up, raw. Surprise me on Mondays, captivate me on Tuesdays, unwrap me on Wednesdays, feel me on Thursdays, experience me and touch my soul on Fridays, enlighten me on Saturdays, adore me on Sundays. And everyday, I want you to spoil me with your love, bend my back then lift my legs, and fill me up raw. With your passion, your love, your dreams and everything you are. Let us redefine what romance is.
why I hate winter and cold weather
- I hate wearing jackets, boots.
- I hate layering up at home.
- I feel like I gained 10 pounds from just staying warm
- I hate snow because it is white.
- everything outside is white
- when I step outside I feel like needles are piecing my cheeks
- it makes me remember the summer. sunshine, heat, sand and all the good stuff.
- that makes me depressed.
currently relevant, but the hate level is at x12553534522 this
I wish I could tell the women in my life that they could rewrite their own love story. all broken, too weak, too comfortable. breathless from chasing a false love. a woman like you should not go through such pain and hurt. your face has been carved by angels, smile like the sunrise, heart made of gold…let your love blossom with someone worthy. don’t sell your heart and sanity for extra body heat and no soul.
— I Wrote This For You (via eedyeh)
what if you woke up this morning with only the things you thanked God for yesterday .. how much would you have?
Journalist: Do you feel, however, that we’re making progress in this country?
Malcolm X: No, no. I will never say that progress is being made. If you stick a knife in my back 9 inches and pull it out 6 inches, that’s not progress. If you pull it all the way out, that’s not progress. Progress is healing the wound that the blow made. They won’t even admit that the knife is there!
Journalist: Do you feel, however, that we’re making progress in this country?
Malcolm X: No, no. I will never say that progress is being made. If you stick a knife in my back 9 inches and pull it out 6 inches, that’s not progress. If you pull it all the way out, that’s not progress. Progress is healing the wound that the blow made. They won’t even admit that the knife is there!
