Scorpio Boi

There is NEVER anything you HAVE to do. There is what you want to do and what you are willing to make sacrifice and greater effort for. At the end of the day that still comes down to you want. Sacrifice and effort just signify how badly you want it.


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Reblogged from mockest
Self-love cannot flourish in isolation. It is no easy task to be self-loving. Simple axioms that make self-love sound easy only make matters worse. It leaves many people wondering why, if it is so easy, they continue to be trapped by feelings of low self-esteem or self-hatred. Using a working definition of love that tells us it is the action we take on behalf of our own or another’s spiritual growth provides us with a beginning blueprint for working on the issue of self-love. When we see love as a combination of trust, commitment, care, respect, knowledge, and responsibility, we can work on developing these qualities or, if they are already a party of who we are, we can learn to extend them to ourselves. bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions  (via ceedling)

(Source: mockest, via fabianromero2013-deactivated201)

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Reblogged from siemprecontigogreeneyes
siemprecontigogreeneyes:

I need to think and not let my feelings lead me. I need to feel and not let my thoughts consume me. Can my heart and mind not agree to meet where my soul was born to be??? ~ Green Eyez~ 2/2013

siemprecontigogreeneyes:

I need to think and not let my feelings lead me. I need to feel and not let my thoughts consume me.
Can my heart and mind not agree to meet where my soul was born to be???
~ Green Eyez~
2/2013

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Idle Hands

My mind is a morose, mangled, manic, manifold mess.

When I look for myself there, I reaffirm that I don’t know who or maybe even what I am.

Between my sulci and gyri, sometimes I find ideas, that in that moment seem as bright as the sun and more valuable than gold.

Pure imagination is where I want to live, and concieve every other love in my life.

Somehow the light never lasts in the labrynth of my mind.

Perhaps it is because the producer of my poignancy, persuasion, passion and perception was predacessed, preambled, processed, and protested before it even knew of itself.

My mind is a product whos creation was influenced by many hands. I, who am a product of this mind, which is a product of these hands, know but a few of the faces attached to the hands that molded the mind making up me.

Wether or not thier faces are known, all hands have abducated any responsibility for the products of their slight gestures or major machinations.

I hold no grievance, as I see with what speed my mute hands make immaculate conceptions of what is inconcievable outside of my head, save for when my hands are idle

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Meant to be

"What if we arent meant to be?"

Then I’m grateful for everytime our lips touched.

Thankful for the memories of you telling me you love me,

Touched by how much you taught me,

Happy that you still care.

I’ve been transformed by knowing someone like you.

Had my world rocked by your perspectives,

Been motivated by your success,

Honoured by your praise.

I still think we are meant to be,

our paths crossing was happy fate.

It is how we are meant to be and what

I dont know,

all of that, set to be revealed at later dates.

Lets love each other as we can for today,

since we don’t know what is meant to be.

Today the present becomes all we have,

When we remember we cannot regain or undo whats past.

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The New Jim Crow, Michelle Alexander

"By forcing out of public view the struggles that these families face in the most simple and fundamental acts-living together and caring for one another- it makes it seem as though (ghetto families) are simply ‘that way’: broken, valueless, irraparable." it also makes community healing and collective political action next to impossible.  - The New Jim Crow

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Reblogged from buddhacoffee

I like being alone.

I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.

I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.

It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.

I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.

But when I see a mother with her child;

A girl with her lover;

Or a friend laughing with their best friend;

I realize that even though I like being alone

I don’t fancy being lonely.

(Source: gbass, via holdingnothingback)

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Reblogged from queerbois
The most common way people GIVE UP their POWER is by thinking they don’t have any. Alice Walker (via jesuisj)

(Source: queerbois, via jesuisj)

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Reblogged from chosenlyric