RatchetHippy

If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.

The inner work The spiritual work The mental work The Work to control your emotions The Work to slay illusion The Work to find clarity Do the physical work Reflective of spiritual Mind over matter Find your endurance find your pace find grace flow Do the fucking work Get your hands dirty Work your hands Till they can’t work no more Do the work for mastership.

The inner work The spiritual work The mental work The Work to control your emotions The Work to slay illusion The Work to find clarity Do the physical work Reflective of spiritual Mind over matter Find your endurance find your pace find grace flow Do the fucking work Get your hands dirty Work your hands Till they can’t work no more Do the work for mastership.

People who use Willie Lynch

I am a black man

The fact that you think having sex indiscriminately makes you a “hoe” shows me that you still falling short of a passing score on your assessments.

It wasn’t worded perfectly. I wrote this a while ago. 

she liked stars not because they’re ‘pretty’ but because they’re so small and forgotten, and she understood how that really felt

You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.

Doing black philosophy, in general, and black feminist philosophy, in particular, requires one to trust that our ancestors have indeed thrown their theoretical production (i.e., their practice and their principles) into this century, as we, by engaging in black theoretical production and beyond, throw ourselves into future centuries.

think: once, a white girl was kidnapped & that’s the Trojan war. later, up the block, Troy got shot & that was Tuesday. are we not worthy of a city of ash? of 1000 ships launched because we are missed? always, something deserves to be burned. it’s never the right thing now a days. I demand a war to bring the dead boy back no matter what his name is this time. I at least demand a song. a song will do just fine.

You can’t lie to your soul.