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I cannot get over this!!! Holy shit!

John Legend.  So High.  Mmhmm.

The black artist can only tell the truth about humanity. And humanity is messy. People are messy…We, as African-American artists, are more concerned with image, message, and not execution…we as artists can not be politicians, we as artists can only be truth tellers.
– Viola Davis. 

I need to meet this woman.
The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote to the emptiness of existence.
– Gertrude Stein, Midnight in Paris (2011)

(Source: cashleelee)

In the arms of my love I’m flying,
Over mountain and meadow and glen.
And I like it so well, that for all I can tell,
I may never come down again.


I may never come to down to Earth again.

– From Cinderella by Rodgers and Hammerstein.

For Rachel :)
This makes me want to (finally) read the Harry Potter series….Maybe this summer.  Maybe.

This makes me want to (finally) read the Harry Potter series….

Maybe this summer.  Maybe.

a chuckle

Me:  I ate all your cheez-its… practically… hahahaha

Rachel: Umm… I hope you’re kidding.  Bitches have been cut for less.





:-)

crazy think

It’s so literally so CRAZY to think of where I was this time last year.  I find that that happens to me a lot.  I have these moments of realization that I must be improving in different facets of my life because when I look back on the same date of the year past, so much has changed.  And in the best ways possible.


Here’s to always improving!

:-)

bad new poem

Evr’y sock had its
Pair after laundry today.
Twas lovely! A first!


(I swear, poems are so much easier to write when you’re dissatisfied).

I cannot get over this!!! Holy shit!

John Legend.  So High.  Mmhmm.

The black artist can only tell the truth about humanity. And humanity is messy. People are messy…We, as African-American artists, are more concerned with image, message, and not execution…we as artists can not be politicians, we as artists can only be truth tellers.
– Viola Davis. 

I need to meet this woman.
The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote to the emptiness of existence.
– Gertrude Stein, Midnight in Paris (2011)

(Source: cashleelee)

In the arms of my love I’m flying,
Over mountain and meadow and glen.
And I like it so well, that for all I can tell,
I may never come down again.


I may never come to down to Earth again.

– From Cinderella by Rodgers and Hammerstein.

For Rachel :)
This makes me want to (finally) read the Harry Potter series….Maybe this summer.  Maybe.

This makes me want to (finally) read the Harry Potter series….

Maybe this summer.  Maybe.

a chuckle

Me:  I ate all your cheez-its… practically… hahahaha

Rachel: Umm… I hope you’re kidding.  Bitches have been cut for less.





:-)

crazy think

It’s so literally so CRAZY to think of where I was this time last year.  I find that that happens to me a lot.  I have these moments of realization that I must be improving in different facets of my life because when I look back on the same date of the year past, so much has changed.  And in the best ways possible.


Here’s to always improving!

:-)

bad new poem

Evr’y sock had its
Pair after laundry today.
Twas lovely! A first!


(I swear, poems are so much easier to write when you’re dissatisfied).

"The black artist can only tell the truth about humanity. And humanity is messy. People are messy…We, as African-American artists, are more concerned with image, message, and not execution…we as artists can not be politicians, we as artists can only be truth tellers."
"The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote to the emptiness of existence."
"

In the arms of my love I’m flying,
Over mountain and meadow and glen.
And I like it so well, that for all I can tell,
I may never come down again.


I may never come to down to Earth again.

"
a chuckle
crazy think
bad new poem

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