I Don’t Know Who I Am Anymore.

“I hope you are doing well, this is the only thing that keep me sane. The thought of you happy is everything to me. I know things don’t worked the way we wanted. But I love you so much, no matter how much time pass, I’ll always be here waiting for you. Being yours no matter what, you are my first true love and also the last one.”

— I promise I’ll always be here when you need a hand to hold and someone to talk. You aren’t just someone I love, you are my best friend, my favorite person, my life, my everything. (via coral)

About an hour ago, I was in Walmart looking for my conditioner because today is wash day for my hair. As I’m looking for my product, this older white lady approaches me and she says, “Excuse me, miss. Please don’t be offended by this.” And usually when white people tell me not to be offended, 9 times out of 10, whatever they are about to say is going to be offensive af.

Anyway, she follows it up with, “My husband and I just recently won our custody battle with our foster daughter and she means the world to us. She’s a beautiful African American girl and her hair looks a lot like yours. But I’m afraid because I don’t know what to do with her hair. It’s a lot different from mines and our other children and we are at a total loss. I’ve tried looking up the YouTube videos and my husband went to the braiding shops so they can teach him how to properly braid her hair, but he’s still pretty new and it will be a while before he gets used to it. Do you have any tips you can give me? If you don’t have the time, it’s okay, really! I just needed a little advice because I want her to look beautiful.”

Y’all. swear I almost started crying on aisle 6. So for the last 30 minutes, I spent my time talking to her and what products to use and how to properly detangle and comb her hair with the proper tools and what not to do with natural hair. And I showed her a bunch of easier to follow natural hair tutorials on YouTube and saved them for her. (I also had to create a YouTube account for her so she could save it for later.) but omfg, she was so sweet, and I could tell that she listened to every single thing I had to say and she took little notes on her little notepad.

And what really filled my heart was the fact that her husband actually taking classes from African braiding shops. And she showed me a picture of him wearing a little sweater vest and loafers in a little shop surrounded by beautiful black women showing him how to braid black hair and even the lady he’s braiding on is guiding his hands. And omfg. Bless these old white people and their black daughter who I know have new loving parents because they are willing to step out of their comfort zone just to make her feel and look beautiful.

I really hope our paths cross again one day, Mrs Cicilia. 💖💕

She will be loved.......I want to make you feel beautiful...........look for the girl with a broken smile.........and she will be loved.........................

Maroon 5

“Necesito huir, escapar, tener nuevas relaciones, porque todo se ha vuelto tan vacío.”

I’m just having one of those days Where you sit And I ponder life I guess it’s just one of those days Where you feel Like you don’t want to live It’s bad to feel unwanted On gray rain days It digs the hole of sadness deeper than it already is It’s one of those days Where happiness is...