If my mother was in a singing mood, it wasn't so bad. She would sing about hard times, bad times, and somebody-done-gone-and-left-me times. But her voice was so sweet and her singing-eyes so melty I found myself longing for those hard times, yearning to be grown without "a thin di-i-ime to my name." I looked forward to the delicious time when "my man" would leave me, when I would "hate to see that evening sun go down…" 'cause then I would know "my man has left this town." Misery colored by the greens and blues in my mother's voice took all of the grief out of the words and left me with a conviction that pain was not only endurable, it was sweet.

– Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

out of the wind by Audre Lorde

Flooded house 12   - Claire Tabouret , 2011.

French, b. 1981 -

Acrylic , felt-pen on paper , 40 x 28 cm.

you ever get surprised by your own recurring issues. like come on man. I thought we were past this.

fake ass idgafer. I saw you gazing off into the distance like you were looking at something far away, something no one else could see but you

The amount of time and trial and error that happens between when you realize you need to change and when you actually start digging your heels in and making those changes is often literal years which is so crazy cause we can know something for so long and refuse to let it sink in when we know it will deeply disrupt our lifestyles and comforts/crutches so it just prevails for so much longer than we could ever imagine even when we realized so long ago what was wrong we just back pedal when we are scared until something just cracks and we feel ready

Tumblr is where girls go to be alone with other girls who are being alone and that's why I've been using this site for so long

I’m literally always saying this

Ntozake Shange, from Sassafrass, Cypress & Indigo

im on tumblr bc im a romantic this energy doesnt exist on any other platform

Jane Austen really said ‘I respect the “I can fix him” movement but that’s just not me. He’ll fix himself if knows what’s good for him’ and that’s why her works are still calling the shots today.

Meanwhile Emily Brönte just said “We can make each other worse.” 

Mary Shelley said, "I can make him