and this is how it goes.


They made ​​fun of your name and you have changed your name.
They made ​​fun of your clothes and you changed clothes.
They made ​​fun of your hair and you have straighten your hair.
They made ​​fun of your skin and you bought skinn brighteners. 
They made ​​fun of your languages ​​and you have adopted their own.
They made ​​fun of your religion and you have embraced theirs.
Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair?
Who taught you to hate the color of your skin? to the extent that you bleach to be like the white man.
Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose and the shape of your lips?
Who taught you to hate the top of your head to the soles of your feet?
Who taught you to hate your being? to hate the land of your ancestors, to hate the race you belong to, such a point that you do not want to be next to each other.
When will we realize? When will we be a humanity?
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. (ESV)
Hebrews 11:1 (via fannedintoflame)
dallywally:

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do-not-touch-my-food:

Mint Oreo Ice Cream

click click click
i’ve never been so annoyed of a noise before 

i guess im just really not used to it
maybe it’s just me and how i liked things back then
when they would finally come home
right before you/they go to bed, all the attention is to you
no distractions, just pure interest of the other person
*Sigh.. 

I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion.
Sade Harrison   (via animsorak)
I don’t think I’ll ever get the best of you. You’re broken. I want to be the one that puts you back to pieces but I think it’s too late. I’d just like to say, stay strong because I believe in you.
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fairhies:

If I reply with “oh” I either don’t give a fuck or I feel like i’ve been punched in the throat

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