Love— I think love is such a beautiful thing.
It’s not for everyone.
Love can make you do some funny things.
But it can also make you a better person.
So, when someone says they don’t believe in it… I know they’re lying.
You can’t not believe in something with that much power.
But if you do love, do right by it. I can’t give advice to save my life; but, if I could, it would say be loved and to love harder. Uh la la….
TARAAA! - SWEETDOPE
Shatara Holmes from Atlanta is Taraaa! and I love her sounds. What’s going on with new young generations? Amazing skills u can find on her bandcamp.
You’ll hear more on her upcoming mixtape Nineteen Ninety Now.
She’s like the female Childish Gambino. I dig it.
(via unclegrimace)
2 a women who doesn’t contradict herself
saying she wants
a good guy but instead of that she goes to the gangsta trash
a women who takes me for me
a women that’s makes me want to better myself to insure her happiness
a women who doesn’t punish me for the discouragement brought by another
a women that accepts the fact that all i want is to help mend the wombs and not open old ones or make new ones
Terrence T. Carter
(via terrencet)
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This comic is about how there are two sides to every story.
ugh sometimes i’m the dude in this comic…sad to say. I should work on that.
“Cause either way we both lyin’ more than half of the time
Except for when I’m home workin’ on your graphic design
Everytime we see each other I’m takin’ you home
Our relationship has gotten Sylvester Stalone”
That’s my favorite part for some odd reason.
I love L.E.S. by Childish Gambino.
I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLLLY WANT TO SEE HIM IN CONCERT. I missed him when he was in Atlanta ON my birthday weekend. :(
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“They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world.
God gets us back, he makes us have precious little girls”
(via popularpugh)
Jacob Holdt. American Pictures of african american oppression circa the 1970s.
YESSSSSS!
(via theeducatedfieldnegro)
there will be tears, i’ve no doubt
there may be smiles, but a few
and when those tears have run out
you will be numb and blue
i can’t be there with you, but i can dream
i can’t be there with you, but i can dream
i can’t be there with you, but i can dream
i can’t be there with you, but i can dream
i can’t be there with you, but i can dream
i can’t be there with you, but i can dream
i still dream dream dream. i still dream
8 Good music does the soul good.
I’ve been listening to Sly and The Family Stone’s If You Want Me To Stay allllll day.
Verbatim— this song is speaking everything I have been thinking lately. Sly, that’s one smooth cat.
“When you see me again I hope that you have been the kind of person that you really are now.”
That’s my favorite line of that whole song. Sly was preaching to me. Goodness. ha
I guess you can say I’ve been ‘going to church’ by listening to the gospel of Sly Stone. haha That man knows everything from heartbreak to just making good music.
This song has been healing me and at the same time feeding my soul some well over due music.
I can dig it.
Poetry is waist-deep in thought and beyond shallow in appeal to others. I sleep, breathe, love poetry, for it takes my ugly words and transform them into a polished, professional masterpiece. Poetry is calm, confusing, complex, creative, captivating. Poetry speaks to my heart and soul in ways that mere humans cannot. I am the only one who may understand it and it is the only one who may understand me. Outcasts. Filled with nothing but complexity and commonly misjudged on the surface. That is who we are. Labeled as “boring” by the average man and full of wonder to the more intricate of anthropoids.
We are morals told in different ways. We require patience, intelligence and a little deciphering along the way. We are the sloppy, snippets of lines written on faded diner napkins and the frustrating nights of writer’s block and the non-melodic sound of pencils and pens scratching on paper, making magic. But we are also the sparkle behind the reader’s satisfied eyes and the approving nod of the writer and the hidden stories masked by rhymes and rhythm.
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(Source: penandink, via livinoutsidethebox)
