My Sentiments Exactly

Sunglasses, sundress, and a breeze blowing through my dreds. Life. Is. Good

I think strength is often confused to mean that you plaster a straight face and just keep it moving. I’ve done that for so long. Sometimes the strength lies in allowing yourself a moment to break down, cry, yell, scream, pray, or any combination of those things to get whatever ails you off of your chest. I like strength is being faced with adversity or getting knocked down and having the courage to continue to get up.

As it should be. Each others support system. Beautiful

#WhenPenMeetsPaper

The reemergence of “Pookie”

If you love me do it completely. Don’t pick me apart into piles of emotions. You don’t know my life or my struggle. You don’t have to like everything about me. I surely don’t. But I do love me through my good days and bad. Can you say the same about me? If not please find the exit. I deserve better.

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Metanoia

(via itherry)

(Source: love-and-balloons, via itherry)

I take to my pen and paper. Soon there after the world always seems to make sense.

Because you never know where life is gonna take you and you can’t change where you’ve been. But today I have the opportunity to choose.