My brother is buying me all my set books next semester if that isn’t awesomeness idk what is
Roses grow from concrete,
The prettiest parts of me are well hidden
I’m like one of those books
That require stacks of patience
With thick plots
And annoying characters
With old rugged covers
And a vague synopsis
You might find beauty
in the way my pages fold
In the way my story is told
In the way I break and break
Right before I grow
You might find laughter in the way I smile"
Falling in love I have always thought is a little like cutting pieces of you and handing it to someone else the best thing about mutual love is they give you random pieces of themselves and you slowly mould in to each other and after years down the line it’s like you Can’t whose thoughts are who because you are now one
Done blogging for now it’s 20 mins to 3 and I’m an idiot whose gonna wake up for the library for me 😭😭😭
This is a formal apology to everyone who has tried to love me just to find that most of me dwells in an East African coastline some of me in a Mancunian stage, and a little bit In a strangers impression. My tongue is split like a serpent I dream in triplets trying to do my mixed existence justice I haven’t even learnt how to love myself yet. It’s hard when home is like looking in the mirror beautiful but broken with pieces scattered all around the world with split tongues and an identity crisis.
Us somali people suffer from a superiority complex we actually believe that we are the best of the best…
The problem with us passionate people is that:
We hand our hearts out for donation
We give every single relationship our all
But some people have slippery fingers
And passionate hearts come with fragile plastered all over them,
We cry ourselves to sleep over reasons we don’t yet understand,
We love with our hearts on the palm of our hands
We run around carelessly as if we were made of an immortal ingredient,
You will touch my hands and feel the throbbing,
Grab my heart and guard it with your ribcage
On days when the random stranger make me sad
You will tell me a joke
Then laugh at your own joke
Then il laugh at you
Then we will fall asleep
laughing and my heart
will mend itself back together."
did i just watch a 3 min video of a grown *** guy complaining about the contents in a kids book!! i cant deal any more I’m done
I hate the patronising tumblr captions that I always find underneath pictures of handsome black guys and beautiful black girls like wth you don’t need to indicate it to us all the time because it reinforces that beauty is rare in black people. It is isn’t so stahhppp!!!
The fact that us none white people judge beauty by how light ones skin Is testament that we have become subject to an inflicted inferiority complex. Have you ever asked yourself why you believe the lighter one is the more beautiful they are? Is this mere psychological correlation proof that we lack freedom of thought.