You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch. Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy.
You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. Your personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like.
If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way.
Set fire to your old self. It’s not needed here. It’s too busy shopping, gossiping about others, and watching days go by and asking why you haven’t gotten as far as you’d like. This old self will die and be forgotten by all but family, and replaced by someone who makes a difference.
Your new self is not like that. Your new self is the Great Chicago Fire—overwhelming, overpowering, and destroying everything that isn’t necessary.
— Julien Smith, The Flinch (via creatingaquietmind)


(via dailydeaths)

Black women are so important. Vital. Essential. Imperative. Paramount.


I just… I love y’all.  All of you.  Fuck a skin tone.  Fuck a hair grade.  Fuck everything that tries to divide you and make you smaller and easier to digest, including men.  Fuck all that shit.  Be BIG.  Be hard to grasp. Be everything.  I love your everything.

I’m just in a moment right now.  Been in one since I woke up.  I love black women, each and every fucking one of you.

That’s all I have to say, really.

Happy Holidaze.

People seem to think that there is a time & place for being upset at how the way of the world is. When there is so-called “nothing” going on (which means nothing more than the general public has not been told by the slanted media that there is something worth their attention & concern), they claim that it isn’t the right time to be upset.

When the holidays roll around, people consider that the wrong time to “ruin moods” & point out all of the things to be upset at, all of the things that need to change. The holidays are for festive times & familiar faces, supposedly. Well…I’m looking at things in a slightly different light.

When their media outlets tell the public that there is “nothing” going on, then you should begin to look around you if you somehow have managed not to do so already. Open your eyes to look no further than your own environment & see that yes, there is absolutely nothing going on: nothing going on to suggest improvements & strides being made in the school systems, nothing going on to suggest that we, the people that all of the ‘systems’ in place are designed to serve, are any more safe now than slaves were before Abraham Lincoln was praised for his powerless & petty “freeing” of said slaves. There is nothing going on that would give anyone a glimmer of hope for a brighter future. A dead blind man could see & feel that obvious truth.

The holidays? An obvious multi-layered ploy that is as “American” as apple pie & Whites coveting the things that they openly show disgust towards. It is multi-layered to disguise the historic wrongdoings by those who claim to have your best interests at heart. I say multi-layered because holidays has been nothing more than an excuse for the rich to become richer, while the poor make them so…& become poorer in the process, generally speaking. I say multi-layered because it takes the focus off of the abusive relationship that you are in with life, with America, & puts the focus on something a bit more comedic….like “America’s Team”.

Nobody wants to be mad during the holidays. Yet plenty readily admit that not only are the ways of society ill & dressed-up barbaric, but that the aforementioned ways need changing in an overhaul fashion. But shhh….now is not the time while family is visiting. And it’s definitely not the time once they leave; folks have to get up early for the Black Friday ‘sale’. So tell me this: WHEN is the right time for someone to be downright livid about the state of the common man? After the high of the holidays wears off? Because there’s another one coming right behind it, like time-measured doses of your favorite sedative. I hope you enjoy the day-after holiday sales. It only costs you your humanity, at a discounted price: someone else’s life. But when someone else’s life suddenly becomes yours? Don’t be upset, okay?