“All I want is to sit in his shade,
to taste and savor his delicious love.”
—Song of Songs 2:3, The Message (via inhabitude)
Posted 1 year ago with 103 notes

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Posted 1 year ago with 20190 notes

rubyelsebaai:

اللعنة عالمسافات

rubyelsebaai:

اللعنة عالمسافات

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Posted 1 year ago with 7946 notes

anotherfashionbook:

very true thank god he cleared it

anotherfashionbook:

very true thank god he cleared it

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Posted 1 year ago with 2530 notes

quazimottoonwax:

Dance Africa Fest ‘13 Brooklyn, NY
Photo by J. Quazi King
http://quazimottoonwax.tumblr.com/
Instagram = @Quazimottoonwx 

quazimottoonwax:

Dance Africa Fest ‘13 Brooklyn, NY

Photo by J. Quazi King

http://quazimottoonwax.tumblr.com/

Instagram = @Quazimottoonwx 

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Posted 1 year ago with 313 notes

An ex-lover calls and I still feel his whole spiritual energy. He feels the sadness in my voice and asks me why I’m so not full of energy. I partially lie, talk to him about his work and life. He tells me he understands, that he loved me and is worried about me. I flash back to evenings in bed with a broken heart, to nights after a joint with my current boyfriend and some munchies, hip-hop playing in the back ground. He tells me about the workshops he’ll be doing to further his music skills.

The boy I’m dating loves me to death. maybe it’s because I’m an open heart with too much care. I tell him everything I’m thinking. Distance increased fights between us, but I try to tell him it’s none of that. I fuck him in his bed anyway and not let him cum inside me. 

Somewhere is a story about a girl with short dark hair and brown eyes thinking about how terribly alone she needs to be in this new life. Somewhere is a story about a girl and her longing and her hair and her big eyes and herself wondering what she’ll look like when all that past leaves and there’s room for more of her. This is a story about a girl with her sadness and her weed and herself. 

Posted 1 year ago
“The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.”
Jiddu Krishnamurti  (via purple-serpent)

(Source: dryadpoetry, via inhabitude)

Posted 1 year ago with 676 notes

daysofkidwave:

And she stands, like a strand under the wisdom tree, she is the everlasting ashes caught in whirlwind of time, captured by words that only set the scene for her imminent departure. She belongs only to the sway of oceans tides that are pulled by the moon’s constant flirt with the mortal plain, and…

Posted 1 year ago with 2 notes
“The knife is the most durable, immortal, the most genius thing that man created. The knife was the guillotine; the knife is the universal means of solving all knots; and along the blade of a knife lies the path of paradox - the single most worthy path of the fearless mind.”
—Yevgeny Zamyatin, We (via rabbitinthemoon)
Posted 1 year ago with 93 notes

blackpoemusic:

Southern trees bear strange fruitBlood on the leaves and blood at the rootBlack bodies swinging in the southern breezeStrange fruit hanging from the popular treesPastoral scene of the gallant southThe bulging eyes and the twisted mouthScent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,Then the sudden smell of burning fleshHere is fruit for the crows to pluckFor the rain to gather, for the wind to suckFor the sun to rot, for the trees to dropHere is a strange and bitter crop
Strange Fruit by Abel Meeropol

blackpoemusic:

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the popular trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

Strange Fruit by Abel Meeropol

(via black-american-queen)

Posted 1 year ago with 7397 notes
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