She loves her coconut oil, shea butter, black soap, olive oil, natural hair, saggy clothes, long dresses, hair wraps, twist outs, lemon water, green tea, grapes, sunflowers, friends, family, and future.
    What’s a label? She doesn’t have one

    A carefree black girl (via thedappledsky)

    man i love this more than anything

    (via liveinnaturallove)

    (Source: soulgeneration)

    I am in love with MY people, my black friends, my black kin, my black extended family, my other mother and my chosen brothers. I am in love with Black Life, Black Culture, Black History, Black Knowledge, Black Consciousness, the Black Aesthetic, the Black Arts, Black Soul, Black spirituality, Black healing, Black agency, Black creativity, the Black Community, the Black teachers, Black Education, Black mothers, Black fathers, Black sons and Black daughters, Black artists, Black writers, Black activists, Black revolutionaries, Black Power, Black Freedom, Black women, Black men, Black children, Black elders, Black youth, Blacks in the Struggle, Blacks that Overcome, Blacks Living, Blacks who have passed, Blacks who are to come! I am in love with Blacks, who have not learned to love themselves, and that requires that I am continuously learning how to love myself!
    Dean Steed (

    (Source: daughterofzami)


    Whenever I speak of God, I’m talking about MYself. Thanking MYself, asking MYself to help MYselF, telling MYself MY problems. God is in the mind. Mentally she’s everywhere because we all have minds. And God is a she because I am a she. Everything in life is about energies. If I speak positivity in…



    "and this is for colored girls…"

    Wow, Amen.

    Intimacy is one of my most favorite reasons to be alive. And I don’t just mean the physical aspect it leads to. I mean the number of stories and jokes, and the level of honesty and compassion that lead to the point where I can trust you with my entire body. I’ve come to realize that I constantly hunger for spiritual intimacy – the kind where when I breathe you in, it sets my lungs on fire. The kind where you can look me in the eye and make me feel completely bare.
    Connotativewords | jl | Depth (via connotativewords)


    "Broken the ice his demeanor was nice
    he tried to freak it to my mental”

    As Black men and women, we must love each-other into loving ourselves.
    Because the world has told us that we are unlovable.

    Dean Steed (via lovelyandbrown)

    (Source: daughterofzami)

    A soulmate is not the person who makes you the happiest, but the one who makes you feel the most.

    Sierra DeMulder, “The Unrequited Love Poem” (via retrofit-retrospections)

    This is it.

    (via lonesag)

    Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
    Anaïs Nin (via words-of-emotion)
    Following your heart also means eliminating the things that no longer evolve you.
    Erykah Badu in the interview Up Close & Personal   (via thatkindofwoman)

    (Source: artblackafrica)

    Blackness is ubiquitously positioned to be the consistent antithesis of all that is good and valuable as it relates to beauty, intelligence and other characteristics of prestige or merit. With an indoctrinated ideology of anti-blackness, it is almost impossible for people to accept black as being beautiful in and of itself and so people dig to justify black beauty with a connection to any racial or ethnic “other.” We are taught and encouraged to disassociate from blackness.
    Sharlia LeBreton-Gulley | Navigating Anti-Blackness and Perceptions of Beauty as an Afrolatina by Sharlia LeBreton-Gulley (via america-wakiewakie)
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