like it’s really sad that black girls have to be reminded that they are worthy of being valued or even attractive. like we have to have tumblrs called ‘darkskingirls’ or ‘blackgirlsarepretty2’ to remind us of how amazing we are etc. i love those kind of blogs but it’s really fucked up that we have to have them because society has shitted on us so much.
Fuck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my tits so you can take me seriously?
I decided to take a nice, dark, long, hot, candle lit eucalyptus bubble bath. Cider (I’m already too tipsy for champagne) and some Erykah on Pandora.
I came in here to think but honestly I don’t want to think about anything. I want to submerge myself under the water, get my locs wet and just…
“I feel like I’m just passing through life. But then there’s this voice in my head telling me to do something, to create something, to make something, and I want to listen to it, but I don’t know how. I want to be able to say something, but I have nothing to say. I want something extraordinary, but I’m ordinary in every way—”—Nick Miller (via blindthoughts)