I’m lonely

♡ Sucked into a black balloon, spat into an empty room ♡

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.

— Sigmund Freud (via psych-facts)

Never regret a day in your life: good days give happiness, bad days give experience, worst days give lessons, and best days give memories.

(via psych-facts)

I don’t have the energy to be outraged by everything

I have to pick my battles

The whole purpose of black excellence and black girl magic and black boy joy is to allow black bodies to exist in anti black spaces while celebrating who they are. Yes, we live in a racist society. Yes, by virtue of being black, especially if you are dark skinned, people will overlook and underestimate you.

But what makes black people beautiful is our ability to create life and culture and meaning in a vacuum. They give us nothing and we’re still able to turn it into something.

And for that, there is reason to celebrate. Celebrate our survival, our ability to thrive, our ability to persevere.

Catch me in the skating rink skating backwards and mackin'on your bitch.

Merry Christmas!