ensuite j'attraperai tes parfaits petits seins du bout des doigts..je te pincerai tes tetons gentiment..je te les sucerait...et je les mordillerai et remonter vers ton entrejambe tout doucement...je veux la mettre le plus profondement possible dants ta gorge, jusqu'a ce que t'etouffe ...je te baiserai jusqu'a ton dernier souffle..je veux te baiser maintenant!!! putain!!

-- ummmmm, trynna work here, dude (but umm...oui daddy, baise ma chatte ..et ma bouche...toujours..s'il vous plaît" — feeling incomplete.

HuffPo Article

Dear Diary,

Baiser ma vieeee… I'm bloody ticked off right now and need to write some shit down...so I can keep calm and carry on ...excuse me while I word vomit all over this page. -- One day I hope to type 'Nigerian women' into Google and have names like Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and Sade pop up first...One Day...

I'm thanking my stars for the brave 60 girls who managed to finally escape Boko-We’reFuckin’Everyone’sShitUp-Haram's quarters (though the remaining 200 are now beyond royally fucked, I imagine…like literally too though)…"19 villages have been attacked since the April 15 abductions, with more than 229 ppl killed and about 100 seriously wounded."

"In 90 percent of cases there had been advance warning of the attacks...yet the military had taken no action…” (pause) --- NINETY PERCENT?!! are you fucking kidding me? Goodluck BadNewsBears Jonathan, you and your fuckin' weak sauce, bitch nigga goonies need to bow down (bitches) and let someone else, who isn't gonna bend over for crooked ass, rich ass, oil/money- hungry, nofucksweregivenhereEver, sometime in the name of "God" (who "is love" by the way, not hate..) motherfuckers, run the country…or die trying. What is the life of a coward truly worth these days anyway? --- “Security and defense is mainly provided by the local vigilante (who are ill-equipped) and the police while the soldiers in Chibok sit by and watch villagers being helplessly massacred in their homes, farms and in places of worship." The eff?!!!.. who you frontin' for anyway?.. Word around the campfire is: the money you serve doesn't care about you either, homies..get a motherfuckin’ clue, please...emancipate yourselves from mental slavery...

Oh and, by the way, this is why we can't have nice things!! If you want your Western-educated sons and daughters to come home and give back...please consider that, at least out here [not in the motherland, but in no man's or the "white man's" (well, the Native Americans' land, to be honest..)]..we, yes even (some) blacks, can expect our government to, at the very least, pretend to give a couple fucks about our well-being and humanity. Also, while we're at it, what the actual fuck was that "no homo" bs you passed a while back?!!

FUCK ALL OF THIS, NIGERIA...YOU CAN DO MUCH (MUCH) BETTER...YOU DID NOT WAKE UP LIKE THIS! I expect…no, I DEMAND better. I am watching you. The world is watching you (crumble). Get it together & Keep it cute, boyz...or else: YOU CANNOT SIT WITH US. Hashtag,"I'm a rude bitch, nigga. What are you made of?"-- that is all for now. love always, a sick and tired of being sick and tired (of your bs) FireFly

Doc

Redline. North-bound. Admittedly drunk PhD student/ (gay) brown young man. Youthful, bright, friendly, flirty...I learned he's a twin and that his family didn't really accept him (his gayness) at first. They do now. He continually shows his brothers up on the basketball court; now they call him 'Dr.' and think he's a boss =). He told people on the train that he's going to marry me. I said, "...sure, why not, it's 11:30p on a Friday night..." When we got off the train, he apologized for imposing and asked for $3 to take the Metra home instead of cta, because he really needed to lie down or something. I gave him the money and asked him to take care of himself/be safe. He asked to sing me a song. I said sure, of course. He sang me a hymn (he sings in a church choir) about a merciful God. He told me he loved me. I smiled. He then said, "but I love you for a reason"..I said, "oh yea?" and he said, "because you love me."

1 Corinthians 1:19-20

For it is written, I will destroy the wisdom of the wise, and will bring to nothing the understanding of the prudent./Where is the wise? Where is the scribe? Where is the disputer of this world? Hath not God made foolish the wisdom of this world?

bahp bahp bahp

Wavefront happened. Panda happened. Diplo happened. Montrose Beach happened. Leslie, John, Bill, Kate and Forest happened, too! Also, Viraj & Martiza...and dance and booze and summer. All these happened as well. I love when beautiful souls kiss and kiss and dance and hug and drink and walk in the sand. Chi-town summers, man.

Her name means "leaking"..

We had fat gyros, creamy/chocolatey yogurt, smokey cigs, luke-warm beverages, sweaty caresses, soft kisses, and snuggly hugs...it's amazing what you can get away with under the cloak of darkness <3>

Gyro-Ména

Don't make promises you can't keep

I learned that from a very young age. It should be a golden rule of life/relationships, because it hurts...it hurts to expect, to wait, to wish, to plan, to primp...only to be on the receiving end of a broken promise.

Fuck that.

lh773 wrote..

You are stunning and one day I'll meet you. In this lifetime or the next. Knowing girls as pretty as you exist make life unfair and amazing all at once.

The lion sleeps..

She said, "astrology is the key to my heart, miss aries!"

How adorably ..perfect.

Epic

Around the world, Daft Punk. 

Mind of Christ

1 Corinthians 2

King James Version (KJV)

2 And I, brethren, when I came to you, came not with excellency of speech or of wisdom, declaring unto you the testimony of God.

² For I determined not to know any thing among you, save Jesus Christ, and him crucified.
³ And I was with you in weakness, and in fear, and in much trembling.
⁴ And my speech and my preaching was not with enticing words of man's wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power:
⁵ That your faith should not stand in the wisdom of men, but in the power of God.
⁶ Howbeit we speak wisdom among them that are perfect: yet not the wisdom of this world, nor of the princes of this world, that come to nought:
⁷ But we speak the wisdom of God in a mystery, even the hidden wisdom, which God ordained before the world unto our glory:
⁸ Which none of the princes of this world knew: for had they known it, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory.
⁹ But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.
¹⁰ But God hath revealed them unto us by his Spirit: for the Spirit searcheth all things, yea, the deep things of God.
¹¹ For what man knoweth the things of a man, save the spirit of man which is in him? even so the things of God knoweth no man, but the Spirit of God.
¹² Now we have received, not the spirit of the world, but the spirit which is of God; that we might know the things that are freely given to us of God.
¹³ Which things also we speak, not in the words which man's wisdom teacheth, but which the Holy Ghost teacheth; comparing spiritual things with spiritual.
¹⁴ But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned.
¹⁵ But he that is spiritual judgeth all things, yet he himself is judged of no man.
¹⁶ For who hath known the mind of the Lord, that he may instruct him? but we have the mind of Christ.

This city man...

Can't even ..put into words. 'Pretty perfect', comes to mind. Also, serendipity... Chicago state of mind, soul, friendship, hip-hop, beauty, underground, love, intimate, artsy, sexy, raw, lust, eclectic, youth, dance, jokes, Samsara, smile, shake, history, summertime madness, laugh, throwbacks!!..some other words that come to mind.

Mostly, I fucking love my friends. 

Save yourselves

Feelin' like Doriana Gray up in this bitch. It's hard out here for a pimp..lol, seriously though...people? ..relationships? men?..girls? private parts? feelings? heartbreak?..butterflies? anticipation?...who's crazy fucking idea was that?!

Bukowski ..til I die

Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

Charles Bukowski

Yeez..

Yea boi..

Jeff Somebody

I probably won't ever forget about Jeff (homeless man on Michigan Ave., by east-side Starbucks), but in case I do:

-I've seen it all..experienced a lot of what life has to offer, I've been to (approx. 7-8 dif. countries)...been a millionaire
-Served time for embezzling money, now finding it hard to get a job...because noone wants to hire a convicted felon...God's forgiven me...why can't everybody else?
-Interesting perspective... seeing people from down here
-It's like giving a baby everything, then taking it away... re: being in a relationship with someone you're not sure you want to be with forever-ever
-Once you go white, you're never right [lol]
-..*cocks head to one side*..."do you want d***, sweetie?" @ thirsty black lady who asked him to do some yard work for her

I love this city...more than chocolate

Watching "Being John Malkovich" makes me wonder where Tomi put our penis.

Ugh, why is everyone so annoying.. o_O.

Because PhoenixPhest happened last night..

Because PhoenixPhest happened last night, I just have to say:

Woa. Before going, I wasn't particularly excited to see anybody from College, but I must say, I was pleasantly surprised at how good it felt to be in the midst of.."those people" again. Not just in the midst of, but making small talk with, catching up with, hugging, smiling, eating, and drinking with.."those people" ..who we can now call UChicago alums. WOO. that's kind of cool..in a GAY, totally chilling, but exciting sort of way.

Anyway, I thought I had a lot more to say about post-college living and how, even in just a few months, people seem to have grown up..but I'm over it..and this is life..progress..moving on..or not ..but still growing..up, old..

Baii

As promised, E-Zoo. on fire!

MiC

My love.

E lucevan le stelle ...
ed olezzava la terra
stridea l'uscio dell'orto ...
e un passo sfiorava la rena ...
Entrava ella fragrante,
mi cadea fra le braccia.

O! dolci baci, o languide carezze,
mentr'io fremente le belle forme disciogliea dai veli!
Svanì per sempre il sogno mio d'amore.
L'ora è fuggita, e muoio disperato!
E muoio disperato!
E non ho amato mai tanto la vita,
tanto la vita!
____

The stars were shining,
And the earth was scented.
The gate of the garden creaked
And a footstep touched the sand...
Fragrant, she entered
And fell into my arms.

Oh, sweet kisses and languorous caresses,
While feverishly I stripped the beautiful form of its veils!
Forever, my dream of love has vanished.
That moment has fled, and I die in desperation.
And I die in desperation!
And I never before loved life so much,
Loved life so much!

empire state of boom

Just in case you were wondering:

New York was fantastic, thank you. Not in the kind of way I expected, but nonetheless. First of all, I got to see two of my favorite people (on earth!)- Tolu and Nabila. EEEEP! and I met Alya! nuff said. Oh and I met soo many lovely Egyptians. God damn I need to learn Arabic. like today.

Bila's apartment building is beautiful-white, gold, spacious, modern and teeming w/ elegancies *not a word, but it should be. But what really blew me away was Columbia University's campus. What a fucking sexy piece of land. Bila and I were drooling, pretty much. and our visits made us want to do College again, so so badly! Cute little people doing cute little things like walking in packs, playing frisbee and thinking they've made "it," finally. I'm so proud of Tolu. I've also decided Columbia Law School is something worth fighting for. We'll see. I looked at an LSAT problem the other day and got a headache w/in 45 seconds. Sigh. It must've just been too late. I should study in the mornings and on lunch breaks, that way I'm not already exhausted from work. But hey, one day at a time. New York at night is a breath of fresh, hot, vibrant, desperate air.

On Sunday night, we went to a bar/night club in the meatpacking distrcit called 'Brass Monkey', I think. It was pretty much all I could ask for out of a bar/dance venue. Totally chill seating area wtih wooden, picnic style booths; good music, but not loud enough to limit conversation; dim-lighting; a roof-top deck; two-floors; attractive, polite, non-smelly  people who couldn't be bothered to be rude/pushy/obnoxious.

I guess I should mention that I also went to Electric Zoo, !!!!! Amazing..just amazing. Pics to come! Maxwell, Steve Aoki, Benny Bennasi...lights, cameras, so much action. so much dancing. so much neon. so much skin. so much love. so much fuck. *"Molly for President"*

I will move to NYC soon. I promise this to myself and Nabila. Cross my heart, hope to die, etc.

What an amazing piece of work (by my friend and lover, Mike Smith)

Tha Ma$taPiece--Mike's First Album.

SPF 100

Don't remember if I already told you about my time on the Island (aka, 'Raindance Music Festival'), but, for the record, it was grand! Buppy performed...I'd seen him do open mics, but nothing on this level before. The most beautiful thing was the setup- we were outside on an Island (illegally, I should add), the lights from the dj station were directed up at the trees, so imagine what it looked like when night fell!! There weren't many people there, but from the dance floor, it felt cozy and full enough. "...in that moment, I swear we were infinite" comes to mind. Totally sober. Totally rad. Totally unforgettable. You should know that we played beach volleyball and I was one of our team's MVPs, yippee! Buppy was so proud, Panda was impressed, and Ken said "good job, hun =)." Oh, did I mention, the court was in the IL freakin' River! It's funny to think that I was basically booed off the 7th grade volleyball team. Sigh..haha. I did suck at the time.

Anyway, I'm at work as usual. Studying for the written driver's test so I can finally have a valid state i.d. instead of toting around a pathetic excuse for a passport (I just got it a couple years ago, and it's pretty much empty =/..). It's kind of nice to be studying, if we're being honest. I miss school. I mean, work's fantastic...but something about studying for something is rewarding...that is unless I flunk this dumbass test. Which won't happen. But I'm just saying.

Tolu just told me a girl died at Columbia, which is tragic ofcourse, but also hilariously inappropriate. Yesterday being the first day of orientation and all...have I gotten so bitter that death doesn't phase me anymore? ...No, I'm fine...I swear.

I talked to Krisana yesterday for like 90 mins, all of which were awesome. She's so amazing..I love and miss her, just in case you didn't already know that. We talked about True Blood, life, college, relationships, and True Blood, which is just fuckin' fantastic, by the way. Why is everyone in my life pregnant? lol...

Okay, I'm bored.

Peace..

thanx Charlie

~tat?~

Haze-y

So, as if you didn't already know- I finished 'perks of being a wallflower' and loved it. The kind of love where you're furious it's over. But I guess the show must go on.  nd besides, it was getting to a pt. where reading perks was like the highlight of my day, which is pathetic. What's worse is that I've already forgotten the name of the main character, which is sad because I'm pretty sure he's my soulmate. Like in a very true sense of the word, not just like oh I love you and we get along sometimes so we're soulmates, but like I feel like we are one in the same soul kind of mate...

I've started reading 'War and Peace'...which is cool, because it's been on my reading list for abt a decade. I was like 7 pages in when I realized I had no idea what was going on nd I must've re-read those 7 pages like 3 times, but I kept getting distracted nd per usual, I got lost in the names. Sure I could keep referring back to the list of names and relations earlier in the book, but ...who has time for that. I'd like to think that, as was the case when I read Anna Karenina, the characters will grown on me nd soon enough it'll be difficult for me to forget names, relations, personalities nd etc.

I'm at work, which is great b/c I like my job, co-workers ..nd money. But being here reminds me that I'm silly and make stupid mistakes and that I need to study of the LSAT. Which I hate. even though it's fun working through logic games here and there, I feel like I'm back in the 11th grade studying for the ACT/SAT and I mean, eww.

So, I went out this weekend. with new friends, which is nice b/c I like them and it's abt time I started hanging out w/ girls again and ppl in general besides by home bunny, but like woa. I never thought that just b/c I'm 21 now I'd drink...but I do. sometimes. nd that'd be fine if I had an idea of how much it takes for me to get drunk. Don't get me wrong- I didn't get shit-faced or black out, but I definitely was drunk. nd that's interesting, but sort of trashy. nd not really me. I hope.

I'm uber excited to go to NY and see Tolu and Bila and other lovelies, I hope. The last time I was there, buppy nd I had an amazing time (Read: Erykah Badu, Lauren Hill, Wu-Tang, Talib Kweli, Most Def, ferry rides, Korea Town, the Hudson River, Ground Zero...all in less than two days). This time, I want to experience more night life wonders, chill, hang out, dance, dance, dance and smile. and shower at some pt. Mostly, I want to savor the days I'll be spending w/ Tolu who'll be starting at Columbia soon. OMG, my little sister is going to college in NY. Oh lawwwwd. I hope, for her sake, that she loses herself a little and discovers what it means to live in the moment...sometimes. I mean, she has to get top grades nd shit nd get into an amazing med school and make a ton of money just in case shit doesn't work out for me, lol. It's good to have little sisters who worship the ground you walk on ;). SIKE..only Tan Tan does. Which is adorable.

I wonder what it'd be like to have a brother.

I love Michael Brian Smith. He's my pride and joy and buppy. forever.

Still on that Kafka shit.

"What have I in common with Jews? I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe."

Fried-days

Finally reading 'perks of being a wallflower'. Yippee! Not through reading, but it's already in my top 5 fave books.

I've decided to start using capital letters and proper punctuation in my writing again. I hope this doesn't mess up my stream-of-conscious-eqsue-ness.

I've also found that I actually have a problem with money. Spending on a whim. Never saving enough money for the things I actually need to pay for. Sigh, is this real life? Dad?

The final Dark Knight movie came out today! I'm excited to see it w/ the boyf tonight. I mean, it won't be the same w/out you know who, but we don't talk about dem things.

Lil's sis is moving to Columbia in about a month. That just blows my mind. I mean, Tolu...in the Biggest Apple??--the fuck. Why is it that my sis, one of my closest friends and just about half of my graduating class is moving/has already moved to NY? Also, what is it about the big city that makes people feel so small yet so big and alive all at once? All I know is I'm excited to visit soon!

OH MY GOSH, I've already bought my tickets to see Matisyahu on the 7th of August. Couldn't be more excited. I need to listen to his new CD, but I'm afraid I may not like it as much as his last...b/c his last was so amazing...and what if he only sings his new stuff at this concert?! Sigh, I mustn't worry about such things I guess. It'll be a grande time either way.

I've been buying a lot of cute stuffs lately- clothes mostly! Next on my list: black gladiator sandals (b/c my pair got destroyed o_O); yellow doc martens; black skinny jeans; jeans in general; black semi-professional-looking skirt; not so professional looking skirts; oh! and ofcouse, a black cami. Oh, I guess I shouldn't buy so much black...nah, black is the new black!!

A plus tard.

In the meantime.

Oh, did I mention I graduated?!

Yes, yes. Hold the applause. It's really no big deal. I mean, that's not true. It is. But you don't need to make a big fuss about it.

Anywho, I'm working. And. I'm not about to complain about being employed or some shit. But damn. Whose idea was it to have us work 9-5 (or more!)? So strange. and it feels wrong, in some way. Like Marx was right. but I like my job, so I shouldn't feel like I'm investing my time in something meaningless.

I guess.

A plus tard. Yes, a + tard.

25 things you never knew had names

http://www.buzzfeed.com/daves4/25-everyday-things-you-never-knew-had-names

Florence makes me dream.

..and the machine, that is.

4th year. already. my lord.

where have all the flowers gone?

Merp.

*nothing to see here.

You need not leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. You need not even listen, simply wait, just learn to become quiet, and still, and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked. It has no choice; it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

--Kafka

Blanqui

 

"In infinity, eternity performs-imperturbably-the same routines."

"...a noisy humanity infatuated with its own grandeur, believing itself to be the universe and living in its prison as though in some immense realm..."

I believe...in my soul: the Thing.

-Leon Deubel, Oeuvres 

what a LOSER.

lala

miccmicmimic

...priceless.

"I wish nothing but the best of you too"

i just remembered, i never told you how much you hurt me:
you made my heart bleed. at least it felt that way. sometimes i thought my heart. my love for you would just break through me and spill everywhere. relieving me of the memories, the promise, the love i had for you. the love that in some form or another still remains in the dark secret space of my sacred memories. little pieces of our love still sits in the bottom of my treasure box. i look through that box. not often. but when i do, with out fail, i shed a tear. just one little tear for you.  a tear of joy and hate- for im thankful i can even have those bitter memories because sometimes...sometimes we were okay. and by that i mean we were better than okay because when we were okay things were great. it was like nothing could possibly go wrong if u were there or not there but if u at least thought of me as the angel u used to think i was. now, I am no angel. I hurt the people I love as you did me. I guess it was my fault. for falling in love with someone who just wasn't ready for love.

I miss you. I'm over you.  I'm in love with someone else. I'm trying to be good to him, but because of how you've bruised me, he's suffering. he doesn't get to be too loved..he doesn't get to have me completely because you showed me that's wrong. you showed me that its best not to care too much. don't get me wrong, you are not the reason I'm a shitty lover. that's on me. you actually made me grow up. fast. no more innocent, selfless but uninhibited tomi. now, im just...a hedonistic heart breaker. thanks.

Goodies. Frozen Kefir love.

Pumpkin spice/original frozen kefir swirl with granola and oreos, for the win!

I love Autumn more than ..a lot of things.

#late-night walks, Lake Mich extending into forever, the sky...and its twinklers. all constantly remind me to be merry or at least smile, often.

The Fall

Feelin' like Doriana Gray up in this..


That's all.

Fair and War--Reed, p. 354

When one sees what is evidently a citizen with far more money than brains, and with out the faintest appreciation of the beauties that encompass him, wheeled about at seventy-five cents an hour by a youth so far his superior that any comparison is impossible, it causes one to realize Fortune is indeed an irresponsible flirt, who is never so happy as when doing the wrong thing.

Panic @ the Dicko

Who'da thunkit. lovely ppl. lovely places. the world and back in 1 hour and maybe 15 mins. greenish yellowish grayish and bluish and very dark brownish eyes locked. not all the time. but locked- in, none-the-less. for what is there not to look at. even if we didn't want to, we had to face each other and stare death in the face. and it grimaced. and we laughed, heartily. so it goes... we're dancing in this space we call October 2011. dancing in the possibility of any and everything and nothing at all. and we ain't got no shame. there's nothing shameful about daring to please. me thinks. but what do i know- im craze-d.

try me.

The Leaden-Eyed

It is not that they starve, but they starve so dreamlessly,
It is not that they sow, but that they seldom reap,
It is not that they serve, but they have no gods to serve,
It is not that they die, but that they die like sheep.

by Vachel Lindsay

Richard Wright saves lives

"Gangster of the human spirit that he was, Hitler organized into a brutal army the men who live in those areas of society that the Western world had neglected, organized those men whose reality the Western world could not see." --xxv, 'Black Metropolis'

CBear Wisdom

"the vagina is such a hassle.."

Virgin suisse

An original poem by Yours Truly

It's raining, peacefully so...
Lullabying our little lives to rest
You can't escape mother nature
Her omnipresence grants her authority over your nightly routines
Unbeknownst to you, she's listening..she's listening to every grin and whisper of the sweet & salty night
Inspired by the moon dance, she's calling for a response
Feeding us her barely sweet, wet, chilling truth
For not just our tongues, but our fingers, noses, ankles, nipples, and shoulder blades.
She tickles us with everything she thinks we need to feel...everything we need to know..right now.

Little Loves

I LOCK COVE

#fendi skank
  
Ms. Divine's Homosexual Soirée

Rain drops 


Networking w. strong, beautiful, black women!


coffee dates


commitment--PIRG, Lambda, GlobeMed, WC!

BLACK OUT

Our Deepest, Richest Chocolate Cake with Chocolate Chips, Finished with Almonds.

 Mmmm, that's sexy! #NoRegrets

Redemption Songs

A gal couldn't ask for better parents.

My apologies for ever doubting...

On my way to mi casa segunda. On my way to baby Michael, my pharaoh, Panda, Krisi, and Lake Michigan. On my way to a healthy, wholesome, scandalous final year of college.

Ohm. Nom Nom.

g chat saves lives

So it is documented somewhere in history: best gchat session, ever.

Wazoo

Home :)

Teenage Dream-Fuckin' A.

Why can't I just do it? Fucking bloody hell. If god is love and sex is lovely, why can't I have both?! Am I just being an ungreatful bitch? By not being willing to suppress my sexual appetite to "please god"? Y is giving into your id for a while so bad? Is hell even that bad? Idk anymore. From 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' and 'Secret Things', I've learned that manipulating people is bad, giving into love is good, and being honest and truthful is good. If people always comment on the love that burns within me, why does my father think I'm so lost? Y does he speak to me as if I'm of the devil? As if I have no love in my heart.. No god. Fuck people telling me who I am. If the way I live isn't really life, then I don't wanna fuckin' live. How can u tell me my life isn't beautiful. That the people in my life aren't beautiful? I'm sick to my stomach thinkin' about this shit. Every time I come home, I'm told my life, that I've worked so hard to have, is in shambles. As if he knew how glorious those 2am walks home were. As if he knew of the love letters. As if he had even the slightest idea how much I inspire those around me to love hard. Please, GTFO. I can't do this anymore. I don't feel at home anymore. I am a stranger here.  As hard as it is for me to say, my home is not here. I am thankful for all they've done for me. But, I am disappointed they don't recognize the joy I've come to have and be. I'm disappointed they don't recognize that that joy stems from things honest, lovely and good. Fuck it. Damn it. Damn it all to hell. Your god is suffocating me! My only covenant is to love. End of story mothafuckas.

'Secret Things'

Mind blown.

"Femmes fatales are either narcissists or lesbians. They are frigid with men.  They come when they want to, which isn't often. It's their strength." -Nathalie

"The wise do not mourn the dead or the living." -Cristophe: witnessed mother's death. subsequently powerful and fearless, yet vulnerable to death. "Don't shoot yourself...you don't even exist." C soon forgotten.

Now we can enter into the * of princes. incest. break ties to moral/civil code. freedom of libidinal desires--the id. chaotic. decadent. sinful. temporary. obsolete. 

Death is omnipresent.

Vonnegut's Trafalmadorians- "So it goes" response to death.

Got my go go etc. gadget flow

Best ca-fe in the whole wide world.

Dark theatre

 They say good friends make the best lovers...

'One Day' Trailer

9/10 Sermon

Joram was nurturing his big 'BUTs' by relapsing into disbelief and forgetting prior blessings God had bestowed on him.

Joram was so preoccupied with his fears that he didn't realize God had placed him on the 'Crossroads of Salvation' to help Naaman.

#tumblr steals

in the absence of ___

bitter. breaking. broken.

green eyes.

brain stamps: jealous. BAD. don't ...just don't go there. What's the point? The moment is gone. You had no shots. life is not fair. nor is it how you see it. like Daddy always says. so, move on. you also can't write like that. not because you're dumb.errr. but because you can't write like that. cheats. in my dreams, we kissed a thousand times. but no dry...lips. pouted. put them away. what was i thinking. toying..around. toying with his. her. his heart. not heart. flesh. toying with flesh. stay away from flames. they scar after they burn. white on black on white on black. off. no one is here. but you right now. in your head. write write write. don't keep checkin. time is not yours. you can't make them do what you think. you think you are the puppet mistress. news flash. flash. flash. *try harder. always. try. do. do harder. faster. stronger. skip better. hope 4 better. harder better..stop. stop. wheel around.

Also, *blush*

Word vomit

Fuck the bs. fuck the drama. fuck hourly facebook status updates. fuck pressure to be proud. fuck u and u and u, but no u, my dear. fuck poverty. fuck no hot water. fuck MAC..fuck 'intended career path?'..fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee

please.

thnks.

yuck.

GN

"Your worth more than your weight in gold to me."

Hasta la vista, bitties.

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nice earrings

"All this responsibility made her a bitchy flibbertigibbet." --Sh5, p.29

mikyle

I will go gentle into that good night

I will go gentle into that good night
I will not rage against but embrace the dying of the light

I will tip toe secretly up to the slipping dawn
and surrender myself to the world of sleepers

I will throw myself in
arms spread wide
dance, spin, collide
take flight
into that other realm

I step gently into that good night
That sweet scented night
of mystery and fear,
escape and release.

From it I will drink,
Long deep draughts
and spill its secrets
allow them to run their course
dance through my veins
illuminate my mind
Reveal all that was once unknown,
forgotten,
lost.

I will go gentle into that good night
Allow it to sweep me up in its fierce, benevolent embrace
Carry me home
Tears of joy I shed

For all we know
death –
is but the prelude to life

"It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre." --Slaughterhouse 5, p. 19

NYC times infinity

Brooklyn

Lake @ Central Park

Katz Delicatessen!

Horsey @ Central Park

Lauryn Hill

Daww, Mike n his lil' friend

King o' da Jungle.

omg

Trueblood!

WARNING: this will not be short or sweet

Yesterday evening, I was followed and harassed by a dude in a car. Dude was driving alongside where I was walking and beckoned (I mean, whistled and snapped his fingers) me to come over to his car--his moving car. He drove for a couple seconds and, upon realizing I wasn't walking particularly quickly to catch up with him, stopped further up the street to wait for me. Ofcourse, I completely re-directed my path and crossed the street. Dude hollers at me from up the street (again, whistling and hooting)...I keep walking...dude, in traffic, reverses his car and makes a left turn onto the street and follows me for like a block. Luckily I was seconds away from my destination and turned quickly into the parking lot.

Now, why is it always black men who do this shit?? I mean, ..damn. What is it about African-American (or even African sometimes) culture that promotes this sort of  blatant disrespect? I'm a comparative human development major and I still can't place my finger on the impetus of this disgusting behavior. Granted, I understand the 'go-getter' mentality ...very well, but what makes a dude think women like this fuck? Do some girls like this?? ...is it sexy to have your space encroached upon by ignorant, god-awfully rude bitch-asses? Am I overreacting? Do i deserve to be called a bitch when I ignore such ignorance? Should I dress more conservatively? Last night, I was wearing a knee-length khaki skirt and a loose top..wtf, what if I was wearing my fave pair of jean shorts and a tank-top?! would I have been chased?..God, I 'm so fuckin' tired of it all. I've even gotten over the  'ooo, how u doing lil' mama?' bit that I hear on the regular, but this, this I can not deal with. I refuse to feel unsafe in my skin..period.

BITCH ASS FUCKIN MOTHER FUCKERS

Yolk le dos

Dani W.

Tomi O.

Tomi O.

Chi Summers

Just so I remember:

Rainbow Beach Wade-In Memorial--non-violence, community organizing, fierceness= SUCCESS. oh and haters gonna hate. and da popo needs help, like duh. like woa.

Love always. and never forget to be kind. We all bleed red.

Kreayshawn & D-Nasty--nuff said.

Music is in everyone. 

heart fuzzies

"I like your skeletons"-- D.W.

Good Eatin', Yolk, Chicagoooo

Bila got Red Velvet French Toast--Haminah haminah :p

Ofcourse, mi Berry Crunch Pancake(s)!!

soc

Where am I? Why am I here? Did i just say that? Did I just DO that? Did i just tell him that i did that? What do I want? Why don't I have it? Am I not an angel? K, so I'm a chubby numb angel? that elicits feelings of disgust in you? Awesome, I deserve everything I get. Ready to lay in the street.

and fuckin sleep.

*life sux then you die*-- Mr. Sherman, 6th grade teacher.

Ohm

Lord, let me experience your possibility.

Learned

Mari-a-(p)fister

Bubble

Swam (like, for real) today and  went down water slides for the first time in my life. epic. EPIC.

new goals. old fears.

Bye bye, birdie.

Precious

ohm. 3.3

Right Foot.


Left Foot.


Right Foot.






       

subliminal aefjkldfjlwa--Winne the Pooh

My Funny Pictures: 100 Acre Drug Use: "It's amazing how the internet can destroy ALL of my child hood memories."

c-lick da link

Mature people truths

I hate it when jokes go over my head.

psycho-bitch in the making. right here.

It is a new day...

At least I have that!

Mrow,

God loves me.

 To: The campus community
From: Kimberly Goff-Crews, Vice President for Campus Life and Dean of Students in the University, and Nim Chinniah, Vice President for Administration and Chief Financial Officer
Subject: All classes cancelled — avoid travel on Feb. 2
Date: February 2, 2011

Across Chicago last night and this morning, weather conditions have deteriorated to the point that travel by car, and even by foot, is unsafe. Many commuters, in their own cars and in public transit, have been stranded. The University had to suspend its shuttle service after several accidents.
 
In light of those conditions, the president and provost have decided to cancel all classes and non-essential events on campus on Wednesday, February 2.

__________________________________________
To: The campus community
From: Kimberly Goff-Crews, Vice President for Campus Life and Dean of Students in the University, and Nim Chinniah, Vice President for Administration and Chief Financial Officer
Subject: Classes cancelled for Thursday, Feb. 3
Date: February 2, 2011

After carefully monitoring today’s developments, it has become clear that many streets in Hyde Park and other neighborhoods, as well as some major roadways, will remain impassable tomorrow. The city has communicated that it will not be able to begin plowing side streets, including those that surround our campus, until Thursday at the earliest, meaning that our campus shuttles will be unable to operate, parking will be severely curtailed, and public transportation will be unreliable. These conditions will make it very difficult for many members of the faculty and staff as well as students living throughout the city and the region to come to campus, creating significant disruptions.

Our priority is the safety of our students, staff, and faculty, and focusing the limited staff who are available on critical operations and services. Given these circumstances, the president and provost have decided to continue the status quo for Thursday, February 3. Classes and events will be cancelled for tomorrow, Thursday, Feb. 3, with the expectation that we will resume normal operations on Friday, February 4.

Blizzed.

Mike's hard...yum :).

the macaroni to my cheesies.

Affirmative ... Axn.

Lil' Romeo's 'Rap Snacks'

The best.

You make me smile:

Dusty Butts.

Cross my heart, hope to die.

 Red,

I'm not sure I believe in you anymore. Rather, I'm not sure if I should...I'm not sure if I can afford to. You're so vain.

Red,

Fruit of the Spirit: PEACE

"And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."

 "But paradise has been blighted by those who, having tasted the fruit of knowledge, can no longer remember simple virtues."

goombah

cum.

Plantain & Jerk Chicken Nachos, bra.

Goodies

avocados
butter-creme
celery
**
elephant
french fries
**
huckleberries
iguana
**
kuvia- kangeiko
lipstick lesbians
MONSTERSS
no
Ollie the Octopus
Pneumonia
***

DON'T SAY BUM BUM, mmkay.

Note to self, weekend rvw:

lovelies
lemon-mint, lemon, mint hookah
Cooking Mama
Chestnut Mtn.
Hot cocoa/English Toffee Cappuccino
Resident Evil
Black Thai Event
Old Man's Tail
Black Diamond Tumble
Nov. 7th <3
girl on bus
girl on bus in dream
Pharaoh's Anthem
Love or not 

Gangsta's Paradise