We are always so obsessed with everything going so nice and smoothly and things going perfectly, but we should have learned, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Not every move you make can be calculated, sometimes it’s all about taking risks especially with dating.
We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: it’s got to be the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”
I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way
Lately, I’ve been feeling pretty adventurous.I’ve decided to live life without worries and learn to be happy. For the longest time’ I was so focused on the wrong things and I was so scared of being alone or so scared of taking risks but now I have finally gotten out of that shell. I’ve decided to live for myself, be worry free and just have fun.
God bless the women who raised me, because I must have been a load of work to deal with and to all my ex’s and every woman I’ve ever been involved ya’ll are hella special. Let me start by saying, I don’t understand why women don’t get more recognition in our society but even though society doesn’t I will. Now I’m here to talk about how beautiful the woman body is but I want to talk about how beautiful the soul of woman is. Women are so special and so strong, its crazy how over time Women (especially women of color) I’ve managed to stay strong no matter what has come their way, you see as a man you really don’t endure have to do alot to show how strong you are but for women its very different at least that’s what ive noticed. So I want to say to every woman out there; especially to my Women of color that you are strong, that you are beautiful and that you are loved . Now, it’s not that I need to be telling you this because you already know that but this is a just a reminder.
I’ve been meeting way too many women with self esteem issues or suffering from lack of self love, or lack of acceptance. I just wanted to say to every woman out there ya’ll are strong as hell. Through your flaws and all you are loved and cherished, From the single mothers to woman, who’s been abused, to the woman who’s overweight, and those who are dealing with whatever. Women are strong as hell, Men are probably seen has the superiors but I’m sure any real man will if a woman wasn’t holding him down he won’t be anymore. From the mothers, to the sisters, wives, girlfriends, babymother’s and side chicks. #womenarestrongashell #womendeservemorerespect #iwasraisedby4women #womensmonthiseverymonth.
I can’t seem to imagine why anyone will feel like this is a compliment but if anyone ever called my baby that i’d be going crazy. I feel like most Caucasian think its perfectly fine to use this as a compliment but its not fine at all, like how will you feel if I called your white baby a “a beautiful milky baby” or a “beautiful creamy baby” I’m sure i’d get a weird stare or like a straight up ‘what the fuck” face . I honestly feel like race should never be brought up in a compliment because that is also a form of racism but this is just my opinion and it varies for everyone. Another compliment that bothers is ‘You’re really cute for a black girl” or “you have really nice hair for a black person”. Like this is in no form a compliment, Its racist and disrespectful. I don’t know who comes up with shit like this but I have a bigger problem with people who use it, I think anyone with any sense at all would understand that this is no form a compliment.
Please note that these are all my opinions but its different for everyone, but I’m sure every black person will agree with me on this,
Today I discovered the beauty that was New York Public Library of black culture in Harlem. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about,I’m here to talk about film that left me filled with joy and emotions. I remember the first time I saw Brokeback Mountain, it was a powerful movie, but the experience I got from the Vow Of Silence was very similar yet abundantly different. This was a beautifully written film about Two Queers of Color in love, the title is brought to life by a beautiful young lady by the name Jade (Tattiana Aqeel) who tries to win back the love of Isis (Shayna last name I can’t remember) her ex lover. What makes this film so special and extremely interesting is the fact that Jade (the protagonist) takes a Vow of Silence to win back Isis, and through out the 28 minute film you are able to see raw emotion displayed by the cast, and this is something that is missing in today’s film industry.
Vow of Silence is a music driven film, that showcases the beauty and talent queer women of color. Jade’s inability to speak helps communicates her pain, weakness, power and joy through music.
This beautiful movie was written and directed by the super talented: Be Steadwell
I’m overwhelmed with emotions and thoughts of giving up, my heart can’t handle the pain and my head is slowly exploding. It’s been exactly 2 years today but now it feels a lot worse than it did the 1st year, is it because I’m lonelier and misguided than ever. I miss you Kehinde Ojoye words can’t describe, as I write these few words tears role down my eyes. Your love can never be replaced and no one can ever take your place, Oh!! How much I miss you, the alcohol and drugs can’t seem to numb the pain anymore and I can’t walking around and faking a smile.
I want to be happy without you, I want you to be proud of me. I want to know you’re watching over me and you’re with me so please give me a sign, I see you in my dreams and It gives me joy for a while but I still miss you and I’ll forever love you.