The Way I Dress ft Qhawe Luthuli
Photographed by : www.rebelswithoutpause.tumblr.com
(Source: blackfashion, via vintagesoulyoungheart)
i am somewhere at a border that is not a border just an opening into a history that streams its way into the line of brown body after brown body waiting and make my way to the glass that separates my breath from a man that looks almost like me. when he asks why i have the passport i do, how and why and when my parents left the somewhere-that-makes-them-not-white-or-the-name-he-cannot-pronounce i am unsure where to start: ‘empire’ or ‘immigrant’ or all the time in between.
He told you he was magic
and a thousand other things
the puppeteer sings to his hollow toys
while tightening the strings
so you practiced the illusion
till you learned how to believe
and hid your eyes behind the handkerchiefs
he pulled out of his sleeve
Now your wooden heart’s grown heavy
and…
(via gaykindalove)
You don’t always have to be sweet and lovey dovey all the time. You can be the assholes to each other and be mean. That’s when you know there is comfortability. Making fun of each other, calling mean names, abusing each other. Abusing as in joking around. The playful fighting. That’s another way to show love.
(Source: baybayaye)