MY ASTRAL*

lipstick. literature. melodies. travel. food. vision. life.

So there’s the progress on my dreadlock journey. Happy days (:

I hate being so emotionally slutty. I need to stop loving everyone I have a long conversation with.

—Sara Quin (via suiicune)

(Source: roomoon, via sweetseani)

until further notice,

i am no longer in the business of having unrequited crushes
& interpreting sign language.

AFRO LOVE AND PEACE.: the little things

afroislove:

it’s the little things that count. like:

- knowing that i like my cappuccino with two cubes of white sugar, enough foam to give me a moustache, strong enough to keep me awake and warm enough to make my insides swoon.

- knowing that when I am silent it is not because I don’t want to speak or that…

Not everyone is okay with living like an open wound. But the thing about open wounds is that, well, you aren’t ignoring it. You’re healing; the fresh air can get to it. It’s honest. You aren’t hiding who you are. You aren’t rotting. People can give you advice on how to heal without scarring badly. But on the other hand there are some people who’ll feel uncomfortable around you. Some will even point and laugh. But we all have wounds.