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Vespertine Dreams.

The sempiternal comes for us all, loves us as one.



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"You be boy and I’ll be girl and we don’t stop until the break of dawn."

Erykah Badu, Love of my Life (Ode to Hip Hop)


Chamomile tea and cunnilingus.
Mm..






"You are personally responsible for becoming more ethical than the society you grew up in."

Eliezer Yudkowsky 

Being a “product of their times” is no excuse. Never let someone off the hook for bigotry. 

(via toostoked)


Hi, want to make a few shoutouts:

1. Shoutout to all the people who have never had a stable family and/or home life or simply parents that were not designed to raise you and/or be parents.

2. Shoutout to all the young and old(er) alternative black men and women who are ostracized by their family and/or community for having habits that are seen as “attempting to be white” instead of having been raised to enjoy different things than what White Establishment and misguided black folks think you should enjoy based on closed minds and unwillingness to expand outside your box.

3. Shoutout to depressed black men and women. Not only do we get cast aside by our families sometimes because depression isn’t real to them, apparently, but mental health treatments don’t seem to be readily available to us as they are to white men and women.

Thanks. Peace.




Friends come and go. And go and go. And continue going.

But I’m neither bothered nor concerned, for who do any of us have when our time is done? Our earthly pleasures will have been just that.






"So, baby, talk to me like lovers do; walk with me like lovers do."

Eurythmics, Here Comes the Rain Again


Don’t forget to love me—I’m just a fine wine that needs more time.

Needs more “mine.”





soltreis:

you need enough water for you and the flowers to be healthy and strong
it’s no good if there’s more water out than in, you know?

dedicated to those who keep their tears inside



Like half-thoughts dying to be whole,
Your Music lingers like a dream.

Why do you linger within my seams?
I guess you were just lovely, it seems.





soltreis:

kisses




soltreis:

what’s left of you now?
a quiet novelty



I think I am a sick woman—I expect you to miss me when I have moved on.

I am sick. I’m sorry.




Can we please stop fucking romanticizing mental and emotional instability/illness?

I do/did not have screenshots from movies regarding depression and emotional distance on my blog because it’s “hip” and “beautiful.”

I and thousands of others have real issues. Self harm isn’t cute either.

Disgusting degenerate people you all are if you think unwavering sadness is beautiful. Yes, someone can be beautiful when they are sad, but the sadness itself is not a fucking joke.

Depression is not a fucking joke; it’s not “trendy.”




Before anything else, I am a child of the universe.




I love when I listen to a white person sing and they start hitting those soulful notes and evoking those feelings black soul/r&b singers are most notable for.

Like, damn. I am so glad I was not expecting this.