Another year dies at the hands of time and here I am
Same place Same view
Same bags under my eyes from the same problems sleeping.
Not an ever after, hardly even an after and here I am
Blink once Blink twice
It’s all I have. It’s enough.
Amrit Photography
I don’t understand how a nation continues to hate us but copy our style we are unique , we are strong , we are who you wanna be but yet we have to fight for acknowledgment why why do y'all continue to copy us but not give us credit why do you hate us what did we do all we did was be proud of ourselves Nd embrace our cultures then y'all came along intimidated by the creativeness and strength of our people trying to control us in any aspect we might have conformed for some time BUT! we all rise fighting against your oppression we stand together , loving each other , embracing each other not letting you mfs come in between us I AM PROUD TO SAY I AM BLACK ! UNAPOLOGETICALLY NOTHING CAN STOP US FOR WE ARE TOO DETERMINED AND WE WILL CLAIM OUR RIGHTFUL POSITION AS RULERS WE WILL CONTINUE TO PROVE YOU WRONG WE WILL CONTINUE TO FIGHT! WE ARE FED UP! WE CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE STOP KILLING OUR PEOPLE IT IS NOT A REQUEST AT THIS POINT IT IS A DEMAND !
how you love yourself is how you teach others to love you
Rupi Kaur, from milk and honey (via pigmenting)
Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.
Whitney Otto, How to Make an American Quilt (via thelovejournals)
Breaking a woman’s heart is deeper than we realize. It destroys her outlook on love, her future relationships, and her peace within herself
(via lovequotespost)
Prayer at its highest is a two-way conversation-and for me the most important part is listening to God's replies.
expression of love
Sometimes it can just a take little gesture to show someone how much they mean to you. Say I when you can before it’s too late. At least they will be around to appreciate.
Poetic Singh xx
#poeticsingh #poetsofinstagram #poem #poetry #poet #sikh #singh #sardar #sikhi #sardarni #kaur #love #heart #couple #turban #turbanedpoet #life #passion #expression #beard #beautiful #beardedpoet
I’ve become at odds with how mechanical life and it’s expectations may be. There is beauty in the tiny little things that make us human. I hate how prone to irritation we are. Why do we come from such a climate of high temperament. Life is not robotic. People are not machines. Mistakes are made. And really, that’s beautiful. Why would you want a fellow human being to be anything but a human being? We value each other’s emotions and one another’s nuances. We value realness. So why is that so easily compromised in the face of an honest error that an emotional being is capable of. I absolutely hate that we polarize one another and use terms to define eachother. Why do we need to lock others within the confines of a frame to better understand them. That’s one of the most shallow sentiments I could think of. Not a single person deserves to be defined by a moment of neglect. Because we’d hate for that to be done to us. We need to be more human and appreciate what makes others human or else we’re just automated and lifeless.
going from “today is a good day” to “i hate my life” takes me approximately 2.6 seconds
@therelatabletexts (via therelatabletexts)
Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes. In every life yes. To be with you it’s always yes.
Leohearts (via leohearts)