I find places like this so packed with memories. Visiting them can be like opening a memory jar. You take off the lid and the smells and sounds of a place hit you, unlocking things folded away deep in your brain...
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the truth, maybe I didn't want things to turn abstract, but I felt I should say it, because this was the moment to say it, because it suddenly dawned on me that this was why I had come, to tell him 'You are the only person I'd like to say goodbye to when I die, because only then will this thing I call my life make any sense. And if I should hear that you died, my life as I know it, the me who is speaking with you now, will cease to exist.
It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideal which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded. It looks as if they were victims of a conspiracy; for the books they read, ideal by the necessity of selection, and the conversation of their elders, who look back upon the past through a rosy haze of forgetfulness, prepare them for an unreal life. They must discover for themselves that all they have read and all they have been told are lies, lies, lies; and each discovery is another nail driven into the body on the cross of life.
That mess about judging people by the content of their character and not the color of their skin—that's some bullshit. Nobody has the right to judge anybody else. Period. If you ain't been in my skin, you ain't never gonna understand my character.
Dipped in chocolate, bronzed in elegance, enameled with grace, toasted with beauty. My lord, she’s a black woman.
Nearly all black and brown skins are beautiful, but a beautiful white skin is rare.
Hating skin color is contempt for God's divine creative imagination. Honoring it is appreciation for conscious, beautiful-love-inspired diversity.
Racism is one of the most common results of the combination of stupidity and the ability to see.
If someone ever tells you that you are not beautiful, tell them that you feel pity seeing their colorless mind and heart.
I could be beautiful in a place and still not enough, not because of who I was or anything I had done, but because of something as simple, and somehow as grand in this new place, as the color of my skin.
YELLOW I used to believe that as a dark-skinned girl I couldn’t wear yellow. Growing up I felt like I was too dark — and as I got older I started to think I was too large to wear such a bright color. It always felt like it wasn’t appropriate for me to wear. Then I realized how great it looks on darker skin tones. It wasn’t my skin tone or my curves preventing me from wearing the bright hue — I was just afraid to shine.
You create your own decoration. You choose your color, you choose your mood. ... If you are depressed, you put some bright yellow and suddenly you are happy.
And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.
I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
It’s raining hearts; It’s storming flowers; We’re in for scattered Stardust showers.
It’s drizzling chocolate, Pouring pies; We might be seeing Candy skies.
Of all the weather There could be, Plain water seems A waste to me.
Be everything that you are unapologetically, most of you will find out that you are not just one color, you are a rainbow.
Don’t fear the storm, for the rainbow’s never far behind. I'd rather see the world as a rainbow than endless shade of gray.
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. . . . I have no words for somebody , who hurted me because he was hurt by someone else .
Yes , probably because a broken piece of glass Can hurt others too , can bring a scar too or is that you who is just telling yourself That am broken? . . . In your process of healing , You hurt me . Now wondering If in my now process of healing , I would hurt somebody , I try not to. . .
Did you know you'd hurt me? Or did you think myself as way too strong? Or did you just not think about my feelings ? Or thought me to be valuable ? . . . Why is life so confusing? . . Is that me , I should think about ? Or you who was hurted earlier? . . I should validate your feelings or Mine ? . . And why is that so , that validating one We forget to validate the other? . Am I that bad Or you? . . Now wondering , If I would hurt somebody too , Because am I a broken piece of glass? Or is it just your choice ?