5/25
2011
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Tired
Have you ever worried about something so much that it made you feel ill? I hate that feeling. It feels like no matter how much you care, you still have no control. No matter what I do, there is still something hanging over me. I can’t face it. I know the only way to move forward is to deal with it, but I’m not ready; I won’t ever be ready. Why did I choose this? Or rather, why did it choose me? Why can’t I have something easy for once, have something that works in my favor? I never got to be that girl. Everyone is so sure that it’ll be okay. But in the pit of my stomach, I don’t think it will be.
4/17
2011
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2 am
I have eaten almost everything I can get my hands on… and I still crave bacon. -___- Sometimes this whole being healthy thing is a trial. I miss the days when I could waltz into the kitchen, make a sizeable bacon sandwich, and enjoy it without guilt. Coincidentally this was also the time when my muffin top was at its fluffiest- so maybe it wasn’t all well and good. Yet I still miss the effortlessness of it; Lord knows it was cheaper. I could buy a whole pizza for $5; I bought organic bananas for like $8. I know this will be worth it in the end, but the goal seems so far away. Ha, that seems to be the theme of my entire life.
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Lena Horne demonstrating fuel conservation, circa 1940s.
Ahh Lena, you put me to shame!
4/15
2011
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I’ll take this one too, k thanks
(Source: blackfashion, via blackfashion)
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So I’ll just take this entire outift, k thanks :)
(via blackfashion)
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Dorothy Dandridge arriving in New York to promote “Carmen Jones” in 1954. Photo by Paul Schumach.
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My Short Skirt by Eve Ensler
My short skirt is not an invitation
a provocation
an indication
that I want it
or give it
or that I hook.My short skirt
is not begging for it
it does not want you
to rip it off me
or pull it down.
My short skirt
is not a legal reason
for raping me
although it has been before
it will not hold up
in the new court.
My short skirt, believe it or not
has nothing to do with you.
My short skirt
is about discovering
the power of my lower calves
about cool autumn air traveling
up my inner thighs
about allowing everything I see
or pass or feel to live inside.
My short skirt is not proof
that I am stupid
or undecided
or a malleable little girl.
My short skirt is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
My short skirt is not showing off
this is who I am
before you made me cover it
or tone it down.
Get used to it.
My short skirt is happiness
I can feel myself on the ground.
I am here. I am hot.
My short skirt is a liberation
flag in the women’s army
I declare these streets, any streets
my vagina’s country.
My short skirt
is turquoise water
with swimming colored fish
a summer festival
in the starry dark
a bird calling
a train arriving in a foreign town
my short skirt is a wild spin
a full breath
a tango dip
my short skirt is
initiation
appreciation
excitation.
But mainly my short skirt
and everything under it
is Mine.
Mine.
Mine.(from The Vagina Monologues)
(Source: womanofsteele, via black-culture)
4/13
2011
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tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
Playing with this gooey putty-like stuff in pre-school; some days it was blue, some days it was green. I think I got part of it in some girl’s hair.
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Currently humming this song in my head as I stop all productivity
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Opening scene of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part II
CAN’T WAIT!! Any children standing in my way on premier day WILL be trampled. Lol I’m joking… not really
(Source: -riddikulus)
