je'suis elle

"nothing else mattered in that moment"

- Six - everything


every 28
1 dies
12 (%) cries
71 (%) lies
= the world’s divide

and while you try to figure out these numbers,
I’ll keep writing shitty poems on tumblr…

emotional creature
wipe my tears,
ain’t hormonal, just
in need of some love,
your love -
the hurt,
the lost,
the stricken -
touch me,
feel my heart-
beat with yours,
I am you

"it didn’t stop with Emmett Till."

- Six; no peace heartbreak


for all the bbs who feel entirely too deeply: remind yourselves that you can’t let the weight of this world leave you feeling hopeless. keep loving, keep hoping, keep dreaming, keep praying.continue to feel, continue to cry, to be angry…just don’t let it consume you, okay?

okay, i’m trying.

(via ethiopienne)

".we’re being killed at alarming rates"

- Six; Black Like Me

"Her life mattered."

- Renisha McBride’s mother, Monica McBride, following today’s conviction of Theodore Wafer for second-degree murder. Wafer, a white man, fatally shot McBride, who is black, when she knocked on his door last November after her car crashed. (via locusimperium)

3 words.

(via ethiopienne)







Farrakhan does not fear man. Amen.


I think this make the 10th time ive reblogged this 



(Source : cagedlions, via pridefulvanity)

opposites (attract?)

he wants her one way,
she wants him another way;
the middle ground is their

yabanci (ya-bahn-gee)

.sometimes i cry, because it’s overwhelming to believe that someone loves me unconditionally like he does. sometimes i get angry, because he loves me like no one ever has (caretakers included). sometimes i laugh, because when he’s angry or excited he gets his words confused in English (he laughs at me when I get mad and speak in Turkish). sometimes i’m confused, because we’re foreigners to each other and nothing makes sense (but our love in those moments). most times, i am ever so grateful he waited for me, he found me. love, i like the way it holds me (and i hold it back).

"what’s it like to be beautiful?"

- six - mirror

"how do you adjust to love?"

- six - pseudo rhetoric curiosity


“This is how I survived countries that didn’t want me.

1. I hid behind curtains, locked doors and in silence.
No matter how beautiful i was, i never made myself visible.
Too afraid their eyes will gnaw me to my bones.

2. I unlearnt how to laugh.
Afraid my happiness will be the song that ushers me to my early grave. Flowers and gardens can make any foreign soil feel like home. So i dug with hand. Planted like i my life depended on it - it did

3. I buried my ancestors in another tomb. Under my feet. In dust.Under my clothes.
Where noone was looking.
My mouth was a casket too beautiful to hold my mother and grandfather in a country that hated me.

4. I took parts of me I had grown up with and packed them away for when I went back home.
I forgot how to kneel before my grandmother when I greeted her.

5. I spoke as little as possible. My accent, no matter how i shaped words, adding curves to them is how they defined me. I learnt how to cook. I travelled in the meals i made.

6. I never said where I was from. But my name betrayed me. So I denied it. My name was a gun I inherited and handed to them. My countries history was mine to explain and it’s ugly parts became my only story to tell. The only story they’d listen to.

7. I reminded myself i was not a burglar. I was not hoarding boarder stamps. I drank the bile of countries that hated me and knew their rage,grief and pain. I found being alone but not lonely hides many sorrows.

8. The countries that did not want me have never known love like my mothers love.


- How i survived countries that didn’t want me - Tapiwa Mugabe, (via tapiwamugabe)


Anonyme a demandé: Hi Forrest, First off I love your blog. Very informative. Second, how can I rest my mind? My best friend hasnt spoken to me in 4 months and it's making me so sad. We were so close I don't know what happened. But I think about her all the time and wonder what's up. We start school soon, and I'll be new at her school. I don't want things to be weird. How can I rest my mind to know a. Things hopefully will be ok b. stop thinking about it 24/7 Thank you Cheers


I used to have a friend who wasn’t good for me. She would put me down at every opportunity. If she saw me laughing and smiling, she would say something to bring me down. If she saw I was making progress, she would try to hold me back.

Sometimes, I’d hear about things she’d said behind my back. Or discover that she had been poisoning other people’s opinions about me. Even worse, I would find that she would tell others about my personal problems—things I’d discussed privately with her.

Obviously, I knew she wasn’t good for me. For a long time, I actually believed in her putdowns and thought there must be something wrong with me. But I tried very hard to rationalize her behavior because I cared about her.

I thought perhaps she hurt other people to lift her own spirits. Maybe she was just miserable and a lost soul herself. No matter what the reasons, I tried on many occasions to talk to her but her defenses would come up and she’d get angry.

In the end, I grew tired of her negativity, realized she was never going to change, shut her out of my life completely, and moved on.

Months, even years later, mutual friends mentioned her name, my heart would jump and I’d relive the pain.

All the old questions such as “Why was she so angry toward me?” and “What did I do wrong?” would re-emerge and I would torture myself.

For a long time I was extremely bitter and angry about what had happened. I used to fantasize about all the things I would say to her face when I next bumped into her. I’d imagine how great it would feel to really speak my mind.

But then, I saw the light. I realized that my former friend was suffering—just like we all are. I realized that she was unhappy.

It doesn’t matter how or why she was a bad friend. It matters that she wasn’t happy. It matters that I forgive. And it matters that I move on.

I also realized that if I continued to have negative feelings toward her, I would be poisoning myself and prolonging the suffering. I would be making myself unhappy when there really was no need to do it.

Today, I have forgiven my old friend. I am no longer angry or bitter toward her. I don’t take it personally when I still hear negative things she has said to mutual acquaintances. I don’t mind that she is still angry.

I only hope that she finds a way to make her life as positive and as amazing as possible. Don’t we wish that for all our friends?

Sadly, this issue of toxic friendships isn’t uncommon. I bet we all have people in our lives who leave us feeling miserable and drained of energy.

I also think that when we hang around with these characters, we hold ourselves back and increase our odds of becoming negative.

So what do we do? Do we abandon people if they’re bad for us? Or do we stick around to help them out?

The answer lies with the person in question. Only they can make the decision to become happy. It’s literally his or her choice, and no one else can force it.

In the meantime, all we can do is forgive them for their bad behavior and make ourselves happy by surrounding ourselves with positive people.

When we choose to associate with positive people, we tend to become happier and brighter and enjoy better lives.

But doesn’t this mean we give up on those negative friends? Surely, if we are to live a compassionate and kind-hearted life, shouldn’t we be there for them?

Maybe, if they acknowledge their bad behavior, apologize, and make an effort to change. Ultimately, we only want to let people in our lives if they’re prepared to be good friends.

In my case, I chose to move on. I have deliberately created a life that is full of interesting and positive people. My current friends are genuinely happy to see me happy.

They don’t get jealous if I’m successful; they encourage me. They don’t say horrible things about me behind my back; they say kind, loving things. They understand I’m not perfect and forgive me for my flaws. They make me laugh, and they enjoy seeing me happy.

This is what true friendship should be about.

If you choose to still hang around with bad friends, you can take comfort in the fact that they do make excellent teachers.

As the Dalai Lama said: “In the practice of tolerance, one’s enemy is the best teacher.”And Martin Luther King, Jr. once said: “Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend.”

If you’re not ready to let go of an old friend who is bad for you, work hard to be there for them. Be patient and kind. Try to understand where they’re coming from.

If it becomes draining and their behaviors continue, it might be time to let go and move on. You wouldn’t wish to make any of your friends unhappy, so why harm yourself? Sometimes it’s better to understand that letting go is the only way.

When I think of my old friend, I only hope she is happy. Letting her go didn’t mean that I don’t care. It just means I want to be happy myself. That’s why it’s so important to forgive, love, and move on when you have to: We all deserve to be happy. We have the power to make it happen.

"the one. he finally found me."

- six word discovery