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Please, reblog! IIt’s called self defense. Apart from having here, in the US, one of the highest cases of homicide and rape in the world and high rate of GBV, think about how this could help your mother or sister
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*clears throat*
You “date yourself” encouragers are full of shit.
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So this just happened. . .
Another engagement announcement. Driving. Praying. Crying. Defeated. Swearing. Parking. Questioning. Praying. Crying.
“I’m starving you of a relationship, so you can put that energy into what I’ve called you to do. So when you get to the place predestined for you, I’ll introduce you to the man who is on your level.”-Voice of God, clear as day.
#thisjusthappened #truestory
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To All My Narcissists
When you came in, I no longer mattered
My emotional growth is stunted
It’s all about you
I’m abandoned
I’m divided, never a conqueror
A second class citizen
Made fun of
Lied on
Bullied
Ignored
Ganged-up on
Shunned
So I conform
Never be the competition, be the supporter
Be humble
I step back so you can step forward
Never mind what I want to do
It’s all about you
I’d better not embarrass you
I’m a reflection of you
Never mind that I’m emotionally crippled
Dismiss me when I no longer serve a purpose
Keep me close for an ego boost
Then put me back in my place
Take all my energy
Destroy my outlook on love
Make me feel like I’m nothing
Say whatever you want to me
Stunt on me
Turn everybody against me
Rub everything in my face
I’m not allowed to speak the truth
Keep me caged
Tell everybody I’m crazy
Be uneasy when I break free
Pout, lie, talk crazy under your breath
Try to convince me I’m overreacting
I’m no longer interested
It brings me great joy knowing it fucks with you
#narcisistic#black women confessions#misfits#black tumblr#self discovery#self love#reflection#black girl confessions#black poets on tumblr
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Confession
No matter how many people tell me I am beautiful, I don’t believe it in my heart.
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“Black women will be just fine without you”
— We Will No Longer Love Men Who Hate Us
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Who comforts the heart?
Who comforts the heart?
Anger, frustrated, anxious, depleted.
Late nights, early mornings, long days.
Restless, worthless, hopeless.
Who comforts the heart?
Chips, candy, fast food, trail mix.
Tight clothes, labored breathing, self-conscious.
Doubt, indifference, disbelief.
Who comforts the heart?
Looking, searching, manipulation.
Desperation, lowered standards, disrespect.
Energy, sacrifice, loneliness.
Who comforts the heart?
Praying, crying, reading.
Talking, writing, listening.
Confirmation, no confirmation, stalled.
Who comforts the heart?
#black girl confessions#misfits#black tumblr#self discovery#nighttime#reflection#black poets on tumblr#poetry#poets on tumblr#poetic#comfort#heart#heartache
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It takes a different kind of person to find a smile in the middle of everyone around them receiving exactly what they themselves have been praying for.
Sigh inconspicuously.
Head up, shoulders back.
Fake smile until it becomes genuine.
Drink water until your throat loosens.
Blink until the tears go back in.
Say congratulations.
Sit on your hands if they are trembling.
Save your anger for your journal.
Deep breaths.
Positive self talk.
Repeat.
#selfcare#black girl confessions#black tumblr#self discovery#reflection#self love#misfits#grinandbearit
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#iPhoneography #AfricanArt #Sex #BlackArt #BlackLove #Intimacy
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Scary. . .
I was doing inventory with my HR Manager in our office. If you've ever been to my office, you know this is a HUGE old house with many different rooms.
I went into a vacant room (mind you this room is always empty, due to high turnover), and I immediately felt like I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was in a crowded room, but it was only two of us in there. It was the most eerie feeling in the world. I told her that I needed to leave the room because something was wrong with it. She got silent. This is weird, because this woman never stops talking.
She led me into the room next to it, and there was a boarded up wall. Apparently, the room was an observation room with a two-way mirror to study the mentally insane. . .
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When did I learn how to be heartless as a means of protection?
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If you see beauty in something, don’t wait for others to agree.
Sherihan Gamal (via wordsnquotes)
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This is the best thing I've ever seen.
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You have not lived if you haven’t seen this.
You are not living if you don’t watch this once in a while.
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