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Summer in the South

Sticky. Bright. Moist. Stifling. Hot. Virginia summers are miserable. I can hardly breathe walking to my car. Sweat drips down my chest between my breasts. My sundress sticks to my legs. The cicadas erupt in song and a skenk scurries across my path. Dust erupts on the dirt road to Carolina. Corn stalks. Tobacco leaves. Horses under the shade of trees. Six farmer’s markets. Each a mile apart.…

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Letter to My Future Husband

I feel like a rare species. Like maybe I belong to a class or phylum of organism that are supposed to be… I hate that word that I have to use. You abandoned me. I’ve written to you, 12 years and still you can’t.. No. You refuse to find me. I’ve lost weight for you. I’ve straightened my hair for you. I’ve deprived myself for you. I’ve loved and lost for you. I thought I met you, seen your face in…

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Self-C(aw)are

I should have did my face masque two weeks ago. Scrub the bacteria, germs, regret, and depression that are imbedded in my pores. Laziness. Procrastination. Poor time management. I should have clipped my toenails. Buffed the bottom of my feet to silk. Filed my toenails to a straight, neat, square. Coated them with Wet ‘N’ Wild Cherry Red. Extract walks of shame and poor choices from them.…

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Letter to My Future Husband

Dear Future Husband,

I’ve been writing to you every year for fifteen years. Since I was 19 years old. I remember the first letter I wrote to you. It was on creamy stationary, smooth ink swirled cursive descriptions of how I couldn’t wait to meet you. Giggling to myself as I laid across my stepmother’s floor, guessing if you were tall, dark, muscular or trim. Then at 20 I typed in an open poetry…

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“Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl. Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)”

— Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

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“I let my feelings swallow me whole instead of drowning me beneath the waves.”

— a.l rose

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Studio De Glam: Representing the Culture of Black Hair

Studio De Glam: Representing the Culture of Black Hair

The 90s.The best decade of all time. If you were born in the 70s, you had the time of your life in your late teens and early 20s in the ’90s. Us 80s babies, we can sit for hours and reminisce on the games we played as children, the toys we had, the shoes and clothes we wore. But the culture of our hair back in the 90s, is a whole new level of conversation. Box braids, track ponytail, Just for me…

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Seducing to Survive: Black Women Using Sex and Relationships to Survive

Seducing to Survive: Black Women Using Sex and Relationships to Survive

Black women have been using sex as a  survival tool since before  slavery. In Africa,  African women seduced the African man to live in his ready made hut when she was ostracized from her village. An African woman would lose a husband and by next week she had another. During slavery, we slept with our white masters to keep our children from being sold, to keep our husbands from being killed, for…

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I’m going through hell..

Job completely stopped paying employees. Haven’t been paid in over a month. Lawsuits pending, court cases pending, bills piling up, creditors calling, savings account exhausted. Help if you can. Cash app: $MissRegent please reblog. Thank you.

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“I freed a thousand slaves I could have freed a thousand more if only they knew they were slaves.”

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Harriet Tubman

Sometimes I question where do I come from? If I think about it scientifically I came about when a sperm cell and a egg came together and became fertilised.

Which is madness when you think about it. I’m around 5′6″ and when I think about how big I am now, it’s hard for me to accept that at some point I was so small that it would be impossible to see me with the naked eye.

So if it’s so hard for me to accept right now that I was so small nearly 21 years ago then how could someone who had no education and have no knowledge of life outside of the plantation, that they were born on, be aware that they were slaves.

Could It be down to the thought of having hunger to know whats going on? and that those slaves who knew wanted to see the bigger world than that they had grown up in?

Or is it the knowledge that the safety of the known and the uncertainty of the unknown is what would keep them alive and hopefully out of danger? Is it that those who stayed were small minded? or that they knew that it was better to stay in the smaller world to avoid creating big problems?

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My aesthetic is Amy Elliott Dunne eating a ton of junk food after 5 years of remaining a size 2 for her lazy, cheating, oblivious husband.

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YOU FUCKING CUNT!

Gone Girl (2014) dir. David Fincher

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Gone Girl // Dark Places // Sharp Objects (the book)

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Gone Girl - 2014