If you reblog this before June 1 2015, I will write your URL down and stick it in a jar or whatever. Over the summer I will take the jar of URL’s and I will scatter them around. They may get taped to public loos, they may be thrown into crowds at festivals, or they may get put under napkins at restaurants.
Some one may find your URL, and who knows, they could message you telling you where they found it.
You have until June 1 to reblog
Haha :)
do she got
“Hey man, take my picture!”
“I can’t do it. It’s too dark.”
“Yeah, we need some light. Let’s go over there.”
“Are you homeless?”
“Yes, I am.”
“How long have you been homeless?”
“15 years. I’ve been in Boston 8 months. Before that I was in Washington, Virginia, New York, Philadelphia, Louisiana, Florida…”
“Why didn’t you stay in Florida? It’s so much warmer.”
“I wanted to see my family. But they don’t want to see me. They don’t understand depression. They treat me like dirt. Homeless people treat me better than my family.”
“And what happened 15 years ago? How did you end up on the streets?”
“I tried to burn myself twice. I had 30 surgeries. I was dead two times, but God brought me back. I don’t know why.”
“And why did you do it?”
“I was depressed. Why you crying?”
“Because you are a beautiful person, and my family is really messed up, and I’ve been very depressed. I think I can understand you.”
“Yes, I am a good person. And when you take people’s pictures, don’t disrespect them.”
“No, man, I won’t. I like people. That’s why I take their pictures.”
“And when you make your portfolio, don’t denigrate people. Let the pictures speak for themselves.”
“I will. Are you safe on the streets?”
“Yes, I am…And now I have $8 to buy me some food.”
“That’s all I have. Next time I see you, I will give you more.”
“No, man. It ain’t all about money. Give me a hug. And next time you see me, give me a hug again. And thanks for taking my picture.”
To all the girls with big dreams, who have been told that they are ‘too preoccupied with success’, or that they are ‘too selfish’ or ‘too ambitious’ - do not listen to the people who speak those words. If you love something that much, and will pursue it to the ends of the earth, do not give it up for anyone. Hold it close to your heart and understand that you are not obligated to dim your sparkle for anybody. In your life, there will always be people who tell you that you are too much or too little. They will say a woman is too assertive, or too reserved. They will say she feels too little or too much, that ambition is selfish. They may even be hurt or offended that you do not think the same. Yet at the end of the day, know in your heart that you are the only one who will ever know whether you are truly enough and that is what’s important. Go out there and smash the glass ceiling to pieces.
Gahh! They wont let me grow my hair out they want me to get a perm again! Excuse me but this is my hair on my fricken head, so let me do watever the fuck i wanna do with it!! Do any of you guys struggle with this problem?
Traditional Skills To Learn
In a world ran by technology, business, and success, the art of learning traditional skills and homemaking has been lost. I believe we should all go after our dreams, no matter what they are, but going back to our ancestral roots is a great way to practice mindfulness. Working on traditional skills gives you a sense of satisfaction, wellbeing, grounding, and peace. Here is a list of some ways you can reconnect with yourself and the earth :
Gardening
Cooking from scratch
Canning food
Pottery
Wood carving
Sewing
Baking bread & making cheese
Learn about herbs and make your own medicine
Crochet
Make jam
Learn etiquette
Decorate your home
Write in cursive
Paint
Make candles
Teach & care for children
Top: Forever XXI Bottom: American Apparel Boots: X.O.T.
white kids are lucky they get the right to be rebellious; it’s just a phase for you, smoking weed and getting in trouble for petty shit. when you’re black, it’s a death sentence, allegedly stealing cigars and walking in the street is enough to take your life and leave you in the street for hours like a carcass
17. African- Togolese and Ghanian Descent. Tired but appreciating the little things in life.
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