Every day I discover
Claude Monet (via alunaes)
more and more
It’s enough to drive one mad.
I have such a desire
to do everything,
my head is bursting with it.
Help me reach my goal! Fundraising for my #midwifery training...support #afrolatina #midwives!
Community, I am in need of everyone’s assistance. I need to raise the rest of the money to pay for my tuition and living expenses by the end of my 2nd quarter in mid-March. I will not be able to finish the last 6 months of my midwifery program or come home to the east coast as a licensed midwife without your help. Please donate if you can. Sharing with your networks, sending me a private message with resources or any other strategy you can come up with is very appreciate. Please help contribute to adding another midwife of color to our community. Thank you.
Midwives are essential, especially especially especially midwives of colour.
Honey, who said that the love of your life had to be a man or woman you haven’t even met yet? Maybe, you are destined to be the greatest love of your own life.
Della Hicks-Wilson (via dellahickswilson)
Coming to realize this
The Poetical Remains of the Day
We must learn to bear pain
|| Maza-Dohta (via maza-dohta)
the way the earth bears its seeds.
We must learn to blossom from it.
You must be willing to examine and explore your dark side. You must acknowledge how bad you can be and how horribly unloving you can behave. When you know how deep and dark your dark side is, it helps you stand a little taller in the light.
Iyanla Vanzant (via mlondimyeza)
Thank you…for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul to my existence.
Richard Matheson, What Dreams May Come (via divine-despair)
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.
Mary Oliver (via thelovelyloner)
tomorrow, I start again.
Afro-Latinos & The Unique Challenges They Face
Blackness complemented by Spanish-ready speech is confusing for many, and it immediately prompts questions of nationality, language, status, and ethnicity. Afro-Latinos in the U.S. and abroad are often approached with skepticism and exoticism; their skin-tone and speech forcing them into a position of “other” …and often, they gain discrimination from both the Latino and Black communities.
(Source: sutakool, via prosetitute)
Don’t ever compliment me by insulting other women. That’s not a compliment, it’s a competition none of us agreed to.
jaythenerdkid (via escapedgoat)
"it’s a competition none of us agreed to" I want to give the author of this quote the hardest dap ever.
Show me. Don’t say another word. Your actions will tell me everything.
K. (via with-grace-and-guts)
With Grace & Guts
Note to My Cancerian Self -
Do you get it yet, Cancer? Do you get that people like and/or love the shit out of you when you are just being yourself? Do you get it yet, Cancer? Do you get that home is wherever and whenever you allow yourself to take up the space you have been afforded? Do you get that you need to give yourself space in the form of a pause every time those old feelings of unworthiness rise to the surface? Do you get that you aren’t ever going to feel at home until you have given yourself full permission to be yourself because that is where real safety is? I knew this girl once who didn’t have parents growing up, not in any real sense of the word. She was funny, charming, intelligent and inventive and really needy. She spent most of her adult life wandering around form place to place on some sort of mission to see if other people (surrogate parents) would catch her. She was lucky. No, she was blessed because they always did. And then one day it struck her, when was she going to accept that she was worthy of love. Even though folks did for her what her parents never could, it was time to move on from this old paradigm. Instead of testing the world to see if it would catch her, why not just catch herself? The game had grown old, far too old and so had she. It was time for her to live as if she deserved to, as if it was her right to. And so she did. She took it upon herself to get sturdy. She took it upon herself to speak her mind. She took it upon herself to stop asking everyone to like her and take care of her. She knew now in every conscious bone in her body that it was her job to do. Full Moon Mantra: I write down my needs. I hold no secrets back from myself. I write down my needs so that I may get to know myself better and hold myself accountable for my own self-care. Every time my mind wanders off into blaming others or shaming myself I say, “Thank you, but no thank you. Love and light, goodbye.”