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zahrsmind · 1 year
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Souled out 🌊
Palm trees and peach colored sunsets somehow didn’t restore my pieces. Loving you was nice. But, you didn’t fulfill what I was missing. I’ve been quiet inside. Silenced my thoughts and toned down my intuition. Sometimes it felt like I wasn’t breathing. Or I wasn’t in the same moment as you.
2,000 miles away, laying in the same bed, holding your hand and I felt no connection towards you. 7 years in the making, you always felt like a home that the little girl in me could run to. Until you shut the door. I thought the stars would align once more as a confirmation for us. So, I waited and nothing occurred. I guess you had a reason to be worried.
This confirms your fears. Once we crossed that line, we could never get back lost time. This burns my throat from holding back tears. Wishing you were here turned into don’t come near. Years of friendship feels wasted. It feels like I gave you the rest of my heart and you didn’t cherish it. I can’t be too upset, you weren’t ready for me yet. But, you didn’t complain when you being fed or kissed before bed. I thought friends to lovers would be the best thing. Everything is not what it seems to be.
- z.m.
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karmicsky · 1 year
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man1arch1v3s · 2 years
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🐢 𝐎𝐍𝐄
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This My First Blog Officially That Is.
I don't know why I decided to get my dumb ass on Tumblr again. I mean does anyone even use Tumblr really like that?
Summer is about to commence and this is my last one before I officially step into the real world. I'm 17
I don't know what I want to do with my life even though everyone says that's okay I'd like to at least have an idea of what I want to do but it's still coming to me.
I get sad thinking about it honestly I spend days on days wandering around in my head and my life. I don't have a clue who the hell I really am . I have a job now so that's something. I official but unofficial have a viable sense of income as of now and I really like it.
So for the next 73 days I'd like to somewhat share my journey until I finish the supposed best year of my life
SENIOR YEAR.
lol idk why I made that in all caps.
I have a self image of myself I want to kind of achieve by the end of these 73 days that may or may not get accomplished
(I'm trying to get better at going through things ALL the way )
We'll see
it's 5/27/2022 we have until 8/8/2022 let's see if I can remember to do an entry .
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talesofa-dreamer · 1 year
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edensjasmine · 1 year
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It’s not too late to join us tomorrow! This Saturday, October 15th, we’re having a Girls' Night In powered by @selvareyrum! But wait a minute, isn’t your regular sleepover. After food, a movie, popcorn, cocktails, and a few other surprises we’re getting cozy in a fireside chat with NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author of Seven Days in June, The Perfect Find, and The Accidental Diva, Tia Williams. This intimate and informal chat moderated by Jasmine Lawrence, the founder of EDEN BodyWorks, is the perfect opportunity to hear from Williams about her bestselling novels and her success in the publishing industry. @tiawilliamswrites had a fifteen-year career as a beauty editor for magazines including Elle, Glamour, and Essence. In 2004, she pioneered the beauty blog industry with Shake Your Beauty. She wrote the bestselling novel, The Accidental Diva, and penned two YA novels: It Chicks, and Sixteen Candles. Her award-winning novel, The Perfect Find, will be adapted into a Netflix film starring Gabrielle Union. Tia’s most recent novel, Seven Days in June, was a Hello Sunshine book club pick and a New York Times bestseller. She lives with her daughter and husband in Brooklyn. @edensjasmine is the Founder of EDEN BodyWorks. Devastated by the harsh chemical products, 11-year-old Jasmine sought to develop affordable products that were all natural and really worked. After more than 15 years in business, her products are now available at retailers nationwide including Target, CVS, Walmart, HEB, and Sally Beauty just to name a few. Jasmine Lawrence is also a Product Manager at X, the moonshot factory. She has held a number of positions creating consumer focused products for companies like Facebook, Softbank Robotics America, and Microsoft. She earned her Bachelor of Science in Computer Science from Georgia Tech and her Masters in Human Centered Design and Engineering at the University of Washington. Even though in-person tickets are no longer available, you can still join us virtually during the entire Creative Connection Retreat. Click the link in bio to get your ticket today! #blackgirlswhowrite #tiawilliams #edenbodyworks #selvareyrum #creativeconnectionretreat (at The East Angel) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cjsvju7rpC8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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venusienneinterlude · 2 years
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It’s amazing how making art can be a way to express so many emotions, so many words that we sometimes can’t even articulate or put into words.
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To the one walking out their healing, purpose, or creative journey along, you have to keep going.
You can no longer afford to wait on someone’s support, approval, or acknowledgment to evolve into this next version of you. Your mental health can’t afford it. Your purpose can’t afford it. Your consistency can’t afford it. No more trying to explain or get people to understand. It’s paralyzing you, & it’s not fair to all the work you’re putting in.
They’re simply going to have to watch.
It’s tough because needing support and validation doesn't mean you're weak.
It means you're human.
But, also know that you can evolve, and some people will still be determined to misunderstand you. Some are in your corner rooting you on (hang on to those people). But, others will always hang on to the version of you that they're familiar with. That has nothing to do with you. Some just simply don’t have the capacity right now to give what you need & survive themselves. So, you have to keep moving forward.
This isn't about cutting people off or proving your haters wrong. It’s not personal. This is simply about obedience to God and keeping the promise to yourself by doing exactly what you're called to do & evolving into the beautiful, healed, purpose-filled person you already are & continue to become.
So, grieve the loneliness if you need to. Regroup & get support where you can. Then, get back up & KEEP GOING 🤎
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just1pr · 2 years
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LA Cre8tive Con Next! #Repost @blackwritersweekend with ・・・ We’re taking our #SayHerName conversation alongside our friends at @blackgirlswhowrite . We share views for the respect of our names & stories in this dynamic panel of #BlackGirlMagic. Join an in-depth conversation with @msaprilmason @Saba_tekle @Niyah_zuri @Edwinamartinarnold1 and Moderated by Tamika Faulkner if @blackgirlswhowrite on an important conversation about the injustice we still face in today's society and how we can heal through our stories. Click the 🔗 in our bio to reserve your 🪑today. . . ⁣ .⁣ .⁣ .⁣ .⁣ .⁣ #blackauthors #blackauthorsmatter #blackbooksmatter #blackgirlmagic #blackgirlsread #blackwriters #book #bookaddict #bookclub #bookcommunity #bookish #booklover #booknerd #books #booksbooksbooks #bookshelf #booksofinstagram #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #bookworm #diversereads #goodreads #igreads #read #readersofinstagram #reading #supportblackauthors https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc5PJNWLe1J/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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laminasimone · 2 years
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Goodmorning Everyone ! 🌞
(This was initially supposed to be done next month. However, I sat & thought about it & something just said, “ ITS TIME “… So here I go.)
I am beyond excited & proud to announce that my very FIRST BOOK, “333257: A Memoir “, is FINALLY PUBLISHED & AVAILABLE! I’m so proud of myself for having the courage & determination to complete this huge accomplishment! This was a journey of self reflection that led to this project being conceived...
With a couple years of therapy, writing, fear, procrastination, doubt, & mixed feelings I was faced with, I overcame and conquered EVERY OBSTACLE that was thrown my way.
This book is not your average book. It’s filled with poems, stories, letters that are just as raw & cut throat as me. However, the intention behind this content was HEALING & helping others heal with my own story & that’s all that matters to me.
I just want to thank God first & foremost for the tools, the gift to create & become a multifaceted being. I want to thank my family & friends for riding with me throughout this entire process... it’s been a tedious journey but I GOT IT DONE! Thank y’all for the love & support through it all!
I AM OFFICIALLY A SELF PUBLISHED AUTHOR!!!!✍🏽
“333257: A Memoir “, by Simone A. Barlow is available for purchase on Amazon & I also have books on hand!
LINK TO PURCHASE IS BELOW ‼️
https://www.amazon.com/s?k=333257%3A+A+Memoir&i=stripbooks&crid=24LR18Y70FCMY&sprefix=333257+a+memoir%2Cstripbooks%2C109&ref=nb_sb_noss
*The first 50 people that purchase my book directly from me will receive a signed copy along with a writers pen & notepad!
Message me to place your order!
Thank you for the love.
Simone
#nonfictionliterarywork
#blackgirlswhowrite
#selfpublishedauthor
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This is purely a SELF CONCEPT PHOTO DUMP of my favourite looks of myself in 2021. Gorgeous Gorgeous Girls work on their self concept. I saw a HUGE boost in my confidence past few months and I’m manifesting great great success with self concept here on out !!!!
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that-scorpio · 2 years
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He was sleeping peacefully but I wanted him.
I laid on my stomach and grabbed his dick.
Sucking the head, I couldn’t wait to feel him grow.
It began to get thicker and longer, filling my mouth.
Slurping noises filled the room and a slight moan.
I felt his fingers run through my hair.
“Damn baby” he whispered in between moans.
“Stroke him for me” I said before getting my toys.
I returned to see him stroking his dick with a smile.
He knew what time it was.
You see I was all about pleasing him, but that also meant making my pussy squirt as he entered my throat.
I get nasty when my wand is pressed against me.
Feeling the vibrations on my clit, I lose myself.
Wanting him to take control and fuck my throat.
Him showing no mercy on me, making my tears flow.
Stroking his dick while licking his balls, he loved that.
I circled my tongue around the tip while positioning my toy.
That’s all y’all get for now
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zahrsmind · 1 year
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Valentine’s Day
I’ve always been told I’m too hard to love. Too difficult to please. When I’ve only asked for the simplest of things. Never wanted anything expensive. Can I see your penmanship? I need something money can’t buy. Tell me how you burn for me, tell me only I ignite the fire in your soul. How do I make you feel alive? Confess to me like it’s your first time and when you look into my eyes, you get butterflies. That’s all I want. Someone to actually take their time to love me in my love language.
I know in today’s world it’s unorthodox. To think outside the box. To live in the moment and not worry about the clock. I think the issue is I’m too challenging. To love me means to do things you don’t normally do. Like healing your inner child. For me to love you I need to know what made you happy as a kid. Who neglected your emotions that resulted to you always going off the grid?
To love me means taking time to look within. If you’ve been putting up a facade, not letting anyone in, be prepared for last curtain call with no applause. I’m going to put you in the spotlight until I find the real you. I think loving me means breaking your law. Relearning everything you were taught. Maybe that’s why I’m too hard to love. I’m too righteous. In the wrong hands, I’m corrupted. But to the right one, I’m being productive. I’m not too hard to love. I was just trying to love the wrong motherfuckers.
- z.m.
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fd-writes · 3 years
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Protect Your Mental Health
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Mental Health means, “a person’s condition with regard to their psychological and emotional well-being” Why in our communities (Black. Brown, and Indigenous) space is not held for us when it comes down to our mental health? Could it be because those spaces weren’t made for us while we were growing up and now, therefore, grapple with taking charge of it, meaning not allowing people to interrupt, disregard, disrespect, abuse, use and manipulate us? Why are we perpetrated to be strong and out of this world beings? This is coded language that we must recognize for what it is, this was said to our ancestors when they were enslaved, strong strapping animals (not even recognized as human beings) while white people were called fair, not meant for heavy labor, and must be protected at all times. This dangerous and demonic narrative is still glaringly alive today and it must be destroyed, torn down and burned, to never grow again.
We all witnessed how Tennis Sensation Naomi Osako withdrew from the French Open citing Mental Health reasons. Now if anyone has been paying attention to this young lady, you can tell that she struggles with these preposterous ineffective interviewing that they subject athletes to. In one interview that I saw, Naomi said, “I’m just really sad right now” it wasn’t because of the game, she was having a mental health crisis, and let me tell you I was so broken for her at that moment because it was so clear that they heard her but didn’t care. After all, in their demonic minds, they were saying, “What does she have to be sad about?” For many of us, these are the same questions posed by our family and friends. And here is the crux of the situation, most of us suffer from anxiety, depression, and mental illness, if you grew up in a religious family you were told to just pray it away. Don’t get me wrong prayer is phenomenal and it does work but God also prompts us to seek out therapists. Now He created them so why do we feel shame for even considering it and Lord knows the church makes it worse, (for many people the church is where their trauma stems from) but this is a topic for another day, coming real soon. So let me tell you why? It is because our families were never encouraged to do so for themselves, so how can they possibly encourage us to do it.
I have learned a lot of lessons during the pandemic and being in quarantine. One of my biggest lessons is taking care of my mental health at all costs and by any means necessary. I currently don’t have a therapist but I am looking for one because I am not ashamed to say I want one. When I look back on my adolescence, teen-aged years, and adulthood, I can see faces of people who I grew up with that I now recognize as battling with their mental health. Comments that the elders would make about people being disrespectful, hardheaded, they are going to die young, they are slow, and the remarks went on and on. I know these words were spoken because they heard the very same things when they were growing up, so it’s learned behavior, a vicious cycle, generational curses, and trauma. Healing wasn’t spoken to them, so how could they speak healing to us. So this is why each of us must get help, you can start here; https://therapyforblackgirls.com/ Do command the space for our peace of mind, protect our mental health, allow ourselves to heal, say no, show up as our authentic self, allow ourselves to be planted, pruned, watered, and bloom. Don’t do it for anybody else, “DO IT FOR YOURSELF” - BECAUSE FOR MANY OF US IT IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH.
Until My Next Post…We Are To Be Each Other’s Keeper!
Photo Credit:  Isha Gaines
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purelyzee · 2 years
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A Voyagers' Map to Love❤️
In those moments when I look to you as if you've done this before...
That's when it hits me all over again like a 10lb brick
You know just as much as I do...NOTHING
Nothing about this love is familiar to either of us
We are VOYAGERS in uncharted territory
And while it's not always smooth on the path to get there
It makes for a hell of a story
Voyagers
YOUNG and RESTLESS
On a quest for one's most inner desires
LOVE
Two head strong women
One too proud to let love fully in
The other in love yet too scared to tell her
A dilemma like no other, yet exactly the same as all the others
But this love is STRONG
Like the winds on the most difficult sail
It is powerful, like the God NO ONE CAN SEE
It breaks cycles
So powerful and so strong I've never known a love so true to be
And THIS LOVE IS MINE!
All I've asked for in my hand
How could this finally be
Perhaps because I HAD FINALLY MADE AMENDS
With myself; with the people who brought Hell to earth
But she wipes it CLEAN
Like rain crashing down on my body
A drip so sweet I don't ever want it to end
So I write the STORY
Of a voyager so deep in
Her quest is surely almost done, her feet can almost touch the sand
In all her glory, her love shines bright
LOVE IN HER HEART like sand in between your toes
She glows
This voyagers' heart has found it's map
AND AS THE STORY GOES we might not ever see the bliss of this
But SURELY
ONLY GOD KNOWS♡
To my dearest Love
-Zee🌪
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talesofa-dreamer · 2 years
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I love you
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karmicsky · 3 years
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My Toxic Sister
Why do you repeatedly call me ugly?
Why do you say I’m darker than you constantly?
Like my complexion is something to be ashamed of. I am not you nor do I want to be you.
Why aren’t you happy for me when I succeed?
You never spent time with me as children. You abused me as a child. Both physically and emotionally.
The envy and jealousy you emit is suffocating.
It brought me down to a level of self-hate. So much so I tried to end my life.
Why can’t you be happy for me?
Why is it always a competition between us?
Shouldn’t you raise me up the way I do to you? You are the second oldest and I the youngest.
Aren’t you ashamed of your behavior towards me?
Now you don’t speak to me as though I did something wrong?
You told me your dreams. I was excited for you. Encouraged you...
I told you my concerns. You got upset with the truth.
You want to be a great performer. But you don’t practice your craft.
How do you expect to be your best when you don’t put in the time or effort.
Yes there is natural talent, but in order for you to be the best you have to work harder than everyone around you.
Now I got something for myself that I am striving for and your jealousy almost broke me.
But I know now, I cannot trust you with my dreams or aspirations.
I hope one day you will see your faults. But as for now I will be happy for myself.
I will succeed without you. Because I never needed you I wanted you.
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