Stay here a bit longer, please. Stay in every cell that covers my body, in their nuclei, singing my name the way you did. Stay a while longer, in my memories, but please don’t let your scars fade away. Stay in my memory as vividly as if you were still standing in front of me. Stay in my heart. Build a colony in my bones, set up shop in every one of my organs. Stay in my dreams and talk to me when I’m asleep. Stay in my tears for every drop of liquid that falls down my cheek bears your name. Stay a while longer in my soul, so I can love you for eternity. Stay alive in my past, so I can carry your face and your scent with me everywhere the future takes me.
If I could have a moment with your heart, I could teach you the difference between forever and eternity.
~Jasmine Mans (via blackestlily)
I suck at texting unless
- I am in a relationship with you
- You are my mom
- I need something
- Me and you are close as fuck
(Source: ahtnamasyay)
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People really go out of their way to put down Black women in supposed “favor” of another. Lauryn vs. Lil’ Kim, Erykah vs. Foxy, Bey vs. her own gotdamn sister. You don’t need to knock down one Black woman to support another. And y’all do it over the most petty shit like hair. You can’t compare two people who aren’t about the same thing. As if there can only be ONE solitary Black woman on top and it’s ridiculous. Everything isn’t a fucking hierarchy.
Can I reblog this and say this applies to all women? There’s enough success in the universe for all of us. Stop worrying about others comparing you to someone else, and stop doing it yourselves. stay in your lane. Don’t look behind you, or next to you. Look forward, and keep running.
