J'espere...

when you're a little girl, you hope for big castles and one prince charming. when you get a little bit older, you realize you're in a one bedroom apartment with the guy from your class that helped you with your homework and convinced you that he was worth keeping around. with your panties and exams in tow, you find yourself here and wondering how you got here in the first place. welcome home.

now for the good stuff...
this web diary, my beginnings, the domain where i lost my virginity to the worldwide web?

fall in love

Harrison’s Monologue

I’m a talker. It’s what I do, I talk. Since I was a kid, I could talk myself in or out of anything: bedtime, homework, curfew. It’s how I sold cars, sailed through law school, how I got clients and get girls. Hell, it almost landed me in jail if it wasn’t for Liv, but you’re not a talker. You’re action man so I can only imagine what you’ve seen, what you’ve done, what you’ve had done to you and have to imagine because you’re not just a man of few words but the fewest words possible so I fill in the blanks, we all do. So I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to get through to you, me, the man who talks. Some of that is on you for always being so closed up but way more, it’s on me because all my talk and all that game seems like kid stuff compared to who you are, what you’ve been. Like I’ve spent my whole life: trying to get out of homework while you live life of a warrior, of a man. A real-deal gladiator. So I have no idea what to say here… because you make me realize pretty much every day and especially right now…that all I’ve ever been, all I am, all I’ve ever been, was talk. So I’ll just sit here, and I won’t run my mouth with a lot of noise that’s not worthy. So you be as full-on crazy as you want for as long as you need, and I’m gonna be here, right here with you.
Yeah, we got time.

Scarlett Johansson had my dress on. I’m hype.

Scarlett Johansson had my dress on. I’m hype.

The best feeling in the world is knowing your presence and absence both mean something to someone.

(via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: mystandards, via blackdaughter)

TASSIKA

Give your daughters difficult names. Give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. My name makes you want to tell me the truth. My name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.

-Warsan Shire

Know we not the excellence of humanity if we do not expose ourselves to it. The soil beneath you eventually becomes the same old dust but go to the lands where the “dust” is red like ginger hair or colored like cognac. Go to the lands where the sunset is the prime time show of the evening. Go to the lands where the sun kisses your cheek to wake you up and lays a beautiful day out in front of you for no other reason than because it thinks you are deserving of such things. Go to the lands where the women disintegrate like cubes of raw sugar in a hot cup of tea. Go to the lands where the men don’t buy pretty girls houses but build homes for their wives. Go. Go. And go some more. I urge you to explore the world beyond the soil you’ve gotten so accustomed to. Allow yourself to learn how different the air tastes in the east. Make love to a woman whose name you cannot pronounce but find other things to do with your tongue. Make love to a man that believes you’re worth marrying on site. And pray. Pray in another land to another god under another sky for things you’ve been to shy to ask for. Leave your worries in the wind. Leave your bills by the bedside, paid of course and then take the little coins you have left and spend it on your lifetime. 

-T Lloyd

Know we not the excellence of humanity if we do not expose ourselves to it. The soil beneath you eventually becomes the same old dust but go to the lands where the “dust” is red like ginger hair or colored like cognac. Go to the lands where the sunset is the prime time show of the evening. Go to the lands where the sun kisses your cheek to wake you up and lays a beautiful day out in front of you for no other reason than because it thinks you are deserving of such things. Go to the lands where the women disintegrate like cubes of raw sugar in a hot cup of tea. Go to the lands where the men don’t buy pretty girls houses but build homes for their wives. Go. Go. And go some more. I urge you to explore the world beyond the soil you’ve gotten so accustomed to. Allow yourself to learn how different the air tastes in the east. Make love to a woman whose name you cannot pronounce but find other things to do with your tongue. Make love to a man that believes you’re worth marrying on site. And pray. Pray in another land to another god under another sky for things you’ve been to shy to ask for. Leave your worries in the wind. Leave your bills by the bedside, paid of course and then take the little coins you have left and spend it on your lifetime.

-T Lloyd

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.” – Franz Kafka

As learned in book club.

Guy 1: no, niggah, gay bros can raise babies. Look at that warthog motherfucker and that ferret thing that raised Simba. And that niggah became king of motherfucking Africa.

scandalmoments:

Elizaveta - Meant is the song played during the new #Scandal promo for tonight’s #Oscars telecast.

If silence can heal, I know it can kill/ I still think that we were meant to be/ I will always remember you watching me walking away (Meant by Elizaveta)

When your lover is the President, every inch of you is a #Scandal.

When your lover is the President, every inch of you is a #Scandal.

#Scandal - Every Inch - Oscars 2013 song played is "Meant' by Elizaveta http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vylmeYJ_rOU

teachingliteracy:

amandaonwriting:
Literary Birthday - 18 February
Happy Birthday, Toni Morrison, born 18 February 1931
13 Quotes
What was driving me to write was the silence - so many stories untold and unexamined.
There was a vacuum in the literature. I was inspired by the silence and absences.
If you’re blocked, you probably ought to be.
If there’s a book you really want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.
Oppressive language does more than represent violence; it is violence; does more than represent the limits of knowledge; it limits knowledge.
I often think about rewriting or continuing the life of particular characters in subsequent books, but I have found that it’s a kind of trap because you never really go on to another topic.
In this country American means white. Everybody else has to hyphenate.
I didn’t plan on either children or writing. Once I realized that writing satisfied me in some enormous way, I had to make adjustments. The writing was always marginal in terms of time when the children were small. But it was major in terms of my head. 
The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power. 
Nelson Mandela is, for me, the single statesman in the world. The single statesman, in that literal sense, who is not solving all his problems with guns. It’s truly unbelievable.
I think some aspects of writing can be taught. Obviously, you can’t teach vision or talent. But you can help with comfort. 
I would solve a lot of literary problems just thinking about a character in the subway, where you can’t do anything anyway. 
We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives. 
Morrison is an American novelist, editor, and professor. She is best known for The Bluest Eye, Song of Solomon, and Beloved. She won the Nobel Prize and the Pulitzer Prize for Beloved. She received the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2012.
by Amanda Patterson for Writers Write

Dope.

teachingliteracy:

amandaonwriting:

Literary Birthday - 18 February

Happy Birthday, Toni Morrison, born 18 February 1931

13 Quotes

  1. What was driving me to write was the silence - so many stories untold and unexamined.
  2. There was a vacuum in the literature. I was inspired by the silence and absences.
  3. If you’re blocked, you probably ought to be.
  4. If there’s a book you really want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.
  5. Oppressive language does more than represent violence; it is violence; does more than represent the limits of knowledge; it limits knowledge.
  6. I often think about rewriting or continuing the life of particular characters in subsequent books, but I have found that it’s a kind of trap because you never really go on to another topic.
  7. In this country American means white. Everybody else has to hyphenate.
  8. I didn’t plan on either children or writing. Once I realized that writing satisfied me in some enormous way, I had to make adjustments. The writing was always marginal in terms of time when the children were small. But it was major in terms of my head. 
  9. The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power. 
  10. Nelson Mandela is, for me, the single statesman in the world. The single statesman, in that literal sense, who is not solving all his problems with guns. It’s truly unbelievable.
  11. I think some aspects of writing can be taught. Obviously, you can’t teach vision or talent. But you can help with comfort. 
  12. I would solve a lot of literary problems just thinking about a character in the subway, where you can’t do anything anyway. 
  13. We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives. 

Morrison is an American novelist, editor, and professor. She is best known for The Bluest EyeSong of Solomon, and Beloved. She won the Nobel Prize and the Pulitzer Prize for Beloved. She received the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2012.

by Amanda Patterson for Writers Write

Dope.