My therapist is encouraging me to be as genuine as possible in everything I do. So I’m trying to do that more. Just be a little more upfront. Y’all are probably thinking “Bitch, you’re always upfront. What are you talking about?” To which I would say, “Yes. On here.” Trying to do that a little…
Love letter to us
Have you ever sat and thought about the craziness of some technological advancements? Can you imagine the look on the faces of the Wright Brothers if they took a flight from Philly to the Midwest? Could you hear the screech of Alexander Graham Bell as he explored an iPhone? Could you picture the look on…
Come with me…
…and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination… Pure imagination. What even is that? For no matter how hard I dream, I don’t know if I could fully dream without restriction. Even my dream dreams have restrictions. Love is weird. Not much else to say. It’s weird. And it can be sad. It makes…
I call that shit God
Lately, I’ve been having somewhat of an identity crisis. With my hair. As a black female, I change it a lot. As a black female with short–but not too short–hair, I can do a lot with it. Braids, curls, etc. etc. Recently, I’ve gotten into wearing this big wig. Now, the reason for this is…
It’s for the way you look at me
L O V E Four letters. Millions upon millions of meanings. I love her. I love them. I love us. Mango wine and shitty poetry inspire the mind. I like that I’m not alone in my struggle to fit into this crazy adult world. We’re all tiny little ducks that are larger than baby ducks…
Love.Dream.Be.
The greatest part (sometimes the worst part too) about being an empath is that even when stuff is going “weirdly” not “perfect”, things are still so beautiful. Even when my heart breaks or is a little bruised by something, I remember this: for my heart to get a scar or hurt a little means that…
Thumb war
Everyone is different. Even those who you call “twin” are different from you. Siblings, even. You could have grown up in the same house, with the same parents and still be different. You can like the same music and have similar political views and there will still be millions of miles of difference between you….
Thunderstorms and beaches
I have these moments, many if you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, where I am/feel like a bad bitch. You know? I feel like I can walk the streets by myself and be so comfortable and badass. Then… Then there are other times. When it’s raining and there is a storm watch for like…
Love letter to men
I’m in the mood to rant and I’ve got some time before church so imma go in for a second. Men, listen, you are not the keeper of my thoughts. You don’t know what my past is, you don’t know my life. If you make assumptions you not only prove yourself to be an ass,…
Silent Prayer
Dear God, Give me strength to be the best version of myself. Give me courage to tackle things head on. Give me blind faith so powerful that whatever the obstacle I charge ahead without being my own worst enemy. I ask a lot, I know. I pray for many things that I should already have,…
Serenity Searching 