Salute to the enduring spirit of the children of the slaves…
If you bring these images up, they’ll say you’re living in the past, get over it. Yet they still remember the holocaust… and pearl harbor… or any other time they were assaulted. They still sing elvis and the beatles. They cite hemingway, they quote dickens. They shape the history, they write the books. They control the history. This is why they won’t let you “live” in it.
Tumblr law: Always reblog the queen.
If you don’t have this on your blog at least once, get out.
Many generations of game controllers, taken apart by Brandon Allen.
Someone heard my cry as a child.
Kendrick Lamar brought to tears after Snoop Dogg, Game, and various West Coast rap legends “pass him the torch”
Will reblog this forever..
what makes what you have so important?
why should I cherish it and not abuse it?
why do so many man seek it?
i’m no professor, but my research tells me that you fruit is different from the rest.
i mean her body might be voluptuous, but what’s better a body to be admired over or a mind and…
You give your all and heart to someone and when its over all you have left is the broken pieces of your heart. I sympathize with those I saw talk about in the past and present what they were going thru at a time in there life such as this. Its literally like youre picking every piece that was broken piece by piece. Every moment you have to getting over it, is a piece being picked up and being repaired to your heart. Some days no movement will have been made in this repair. Like a car with a missing part that sits for months in your garage until you have the time to put work in for it. That’s what repairing and coming from a breakup is. Some of us are better heart surgeons and mechanics. So are good at rolling with the punches and staying alfoat. The car (you) being repaired after a figurative accident (breakup). And you’re the mechanic. You won’t always know what parts you need to fix. That’s where your introspective look into yourself comes from. “I see I shouldve done A, B, C okay got it”
You have the tools we just don’t use them always. Love, strength, faith, hope, peace, wisdom. I could go on about each one but I won’t. Its funny how it feels that after a breakup like you’ve been hit with a car right. I think that car that you feel is hitting you is just, life. We all get bad hands sometimes. I know I have. Right person, wrong time. Right place, bad time. Its happens that’s life. But don’t let your car and heart repairs linger for to long. You have the strength and knowledge that you’ve learned from to rebuild and make them stronger than they were before. God will give it to you. I hope this may helped someone out there who like me has done some repairs.
"Wouldn’t it be nice if a written union in the sand sealed the feelings, emotional connection, and the relationship forever? And the waves that rolled over it swept it into the ocean for eternity. And the only way to break it would be to find every grain of sand that was used to write it and then use those to undo it"