Ana, 20, Brasil. Journalism student. I like people but they tire me.  

pintei de azul os meus sapatos
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quoteskine:

GPOYW - The Kimya Dawson Edition (IV)

quoteskine:

GPOYW - The Kimya Dawson Edition (IV)

(Source: subtleceiling)

subtleceiling:

I admit, I’m pretty damn elusive and that’s not a reliable friend quality but I promise it’s only because I’m working on my relationship with myself and we need some time alone. Shoutout to patience and understanding.

subtleceiling:

I admit, I’m pretty damn elusive and that’s not a reliable friend quality but I promise it’s only because I’m working on my relationship with myself and we need some time alone. Shoutout to patience and understanding.

stablevertigo:

What I mean when I say “I can’t do that”- Anxiety Version:

  • I am unable to do that
  • I am too stressed out to do that
  • I cannot face the humiliation of attempting to do that
  • My body will physically not allow me to do that
  • I am on the verge of a panic attack
  • I cannot do that

What people hear:

  • I am unwilling to do that
  • I am just shy
  • I am overreacting
  • I am lazy
  • I need to get more experience in social situation to help my anxiety
  • I need a push
  • I don’t want to do that

Inspired by X

(via reignoverall)

(Source: strawberrytart, via dignitea)

our tragedy begins humid.
in a humid classroom.
with a humid text book. breaking into us.
stealing us from ourselves.
one poem. at a time.

it begins with shakespeare.

the hot wash.
the cool acid. of
dead white men and women. people.

each one a storm.

crashing. into our young houses.
making us islands. easy isolations.
until we are so beleaguered and
swollen
with a definition of poetry that is white skin and
not us.
that we tuck our scalding. our soreness.
behind ourselves and
learn
poetry.
as trauma. as violence. as erasure.
another place we do not exist.
another form of exile
where we should praise. honor. our own starvation.

the little bits of langston. phyllis wheatley.
and
angelou during black history month. are the crumbs. are the minor boats.
that give us slight rest.

to be waterdrugged into rejecting the nuances of
my own bursting
extraordinary
self.
and to have
this
be
called
education.

to take my name out of my name.
out of where my native poetry lives. in me.
and
replace it with keats. browning. dickson. wolf. joyce. wilde. wolfe. plath. bronte. hemingway. hughes. byron. frost. cummings. kipling. poe. austen. whitman. blake. longfellow. wordsworth. duffy. twain. emerson. yeats. tennyson. auden. thoreau. chaucer. thomas. raliegh. marlowe. burns. shelley. carroll. elliot…

(what is the necessity of a black child being this high off of whiteness.)

and so. we are here. brown babies. worshipping. feeding. the glutton that is white literature. even after it dies.


(years later. the conclusion:


shakespeare is relative.

white literature is relative.

that we are force fed the meat of
an animal
that our bodies will not recognize. as inherent nutrition.
is not relative.
is inert.)

the hot wash, nayyirah waheed | from ‘nejma’

(via nayyirahwaheed)

(via mrsdallowaycestmoi)

superselected:

Hair-stories. New Works From Artist Nakeya B.

MORE.

(via audreyhellburn)

otoso:

Zélig Wilson

otoso:

Zélig Wilson

miss-mary-quite-contrary:

Mursi Child

miss-mary-quite-contrary:

Mursi Child

(via euo)

the blue dust.
the night. before the night.
the cinema of water. over water. over water.

dusk, nayyirah waheed | from ‘nejma’ (via nayyirahwaheed)