#capturemyessence

I'm back. 

yet I sit and stare at my pen hoping it'll just express itself enriched by the power of my mind. 

I abandon it for months at a time. Oh. Sorry. 

My usual apology as I try to dive back in. 

you know most of the time when I'm on tumblr, I reblog, reblog, reblog. but let me tell I reblog greatness from amazing people. and a friend of mine called it "curating" and I was so touched. 

after I spend time reblogging thought provoking gif sets and comments, and posts hailing feminism and black women and black people, I have this irking thought that I must find the "perfect" post to end the night. 

and for some reason, ending with a sexy man just wasn't cutting it for me. and I would get so upset after I put in an "indulgence" piece and try to cover it up with more socially conscious pieces.

but fuck that, look upon Alfie Enoch with wonder. and all the beautiful men of color that make it onto colour my soul with words with wonder. because they are damn sure worth it. and all that makes me realize valuing and loving men of color specifically the black man is just as important as any other mission that I try to reach with this blog. 

they fine. bless them. save me. 

Me: "When you see a man and you just looking at him like, "Damn. I want his life force." But like, you can't say that shit so you're just like, "Oh. Well. Ok."

Her: "Technically, you can and if he understands and doesn't get creeped out, that's how you know he's the one."

Me: Lmao! True fucking life! Reasoning like this is why you are maaah bish!"

Her: "Lmaoo!"

Me: "Like you don't even know how much sense that makes. I have a test now."

Her: "Lmaoo yes I do, I said it! Please do that when I'm around I would love to witness this."

Me: "I'm going home right now screaming, "Mama ima find me a man!"