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"Don’t you dare
Shrink yourself
For someone else’s comfort -
Do not become small
For people who refuse to grow."  - m.v., Advice to my future daughter, #2. (via findingwordsforthoughts)

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Found the most beautiful bookstore today
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"Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed."  - Alice Walker (Living By The Word)

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I am a moving force of nature. I am a charge of electric shock. I am where tectonic plates meet. I do not falter, I do not crumble. I am the tide that pulls back the night’s waves. I am the morning rise. I am where flesh meets flesh. I am purged gold. I am the purified diamond. I am no garden of roses; I am the thick, fog ridden forest. I am the hope of the island, and the dream of the coast. I am everything you fear, and nothing you can possibly dream of.

I am.

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unapologetakallyme:

Wow. #Resonated
love does not come without respect. love does not come with control.
you are the earth. who told you otherwise?
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nayyirahwaheed:

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Dr. Maya Angelou’s last tweet. Mayor Allen Joines and her literary agent have confirmed that the renowned poet-author-activist has passed at at 86.

for maya because we love her fiercely and without reserve. may you be all the peace you created in the world. for all of us weeping her writing. because her writing raised. and made. and saved. the writers in us. we walk you to the home of the ancestors, our beloving maya. ashe.
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the thing you are most
afraid to write.

write that.

"  - Nayyirah Waheed (via shebreathesmusic)

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lindsey grace
Don’t you dare
Shrink yourself
For someone else’s comfort -
Do not become small
For people who refuse to grow.
m.v., Advice to my future daughter, #2. (via findingwordsforthoughts)

(via voiceofnature)

Posted: 6 days ago
scarphelia:

Found the most beautiful bookstore today

scarphelia:

Found the most beautiful bookstore today

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Posted: 6 days ago

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Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.
Alice Walker (Living By The Word)

(Source: iamcharliesangel, via douglagoddess)

I am a moving force of nature. I am a charge of electric shock. I am where tectonic plates meet. I do not falter, I do not crumble. I am the tide that pulls back the night’s waves. I am the morning rise. I am where flesh meets flesh. I am purged gold. I am the purified diamond. I am no garden of roses; I am the thick, fog ridden forest. I am the hope of the island, and the dream of the coast. I am everything you fear, and nothing you can possibly dream of.

I am.

Posted: 6 days ago
unapologetakallyme:

Wow. #Resonated

unapologetakallyme:

Wow. #Resonated

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love does not come without respect. love does not come with control.
you are the earth. who told you otherwise?
Posted: 6 days ago
nayyirahwaheed:

policymic:

Dr. Maya Angelou’s last tweet. Mayor Allen Joines and her literary agent have confirmed that the renowned poet-author-activist has passed at at 86.

for maya because we love her fiercely and without reserve. may you be all the peace you created in the world. for all of us weeping her writing. because her writing raised. and made. and saved. the writers in us. we walk you to the home of the ancestors, our beloving maya. ashe.

nayyirahwaheed:

policymic:

Dr. Maya Angelou’s last tweet. Mayor Allen Joines and her literary agent have confirmed that the renowned poet-author-activist has passed at at 86.

for maya because we love her fiercely and without reserve. may you be all the peace you created in the world. for all of us weeping her writing. because her writing raised. and made. and saved. the writers in us. we walk you to the home of the ancestors, our beloving maya. ashe.

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the thing you are most
afraid to write.

write that.

Nayyirah Waheed (via shebreathesmusic)

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