Soulful Wallflower

Sometimes I feel as if I change my personality depending on who I’m with. I mean, you have your close friends that of course you’re yourself around but then there’s some people you feel you have to “sell” yourself to. I feel like I’ve unnecessarily been doing that for the past week or so. The thing is, you have your friends who know you, sometimes even better than you know yourself who will step in and tell you who you are. I’m forever grateful for people like that. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m still trying to find me but the pieces of me that I’m sure of, I want to hold on to that and not feel the need to compromise it for anyone. I want the confidence and the boldness to say, “this is me, love me or leave me, I’m still going to be me.”

Do you know what your problem is? You can’t live with the idea that someone might leave. John Green (via wordsthat-speak)
I put my hand on him. Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love? Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (Jonathan Safran Foer)
It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you. The Flies (Jean Paul Sartre)

Are they really trying to silence us using the life of MLK? If anything his life shows even more so that when push comes to shove, you push harder. He lived and protested in a very peaceful manner and they still shot him, suit and tie and all! How dare they say that we ought to revert back into a shell and calm down ? It didn’t work years ago how the hell is it supposed to work now? We are exposed now! They feel threatened by our unity and know that we are capable of fighting back.
For the past 3 years (and even before) there has been brutal killings brought on to African Americans by the “justice department” and of course people have had enough! Of course mothers are enraged! Of course the communities aren’t going to sit back and wait until it’s their son and daughter laying there pleading unsuccessfully with a police officer.
Cliche yes, but “no justice, no peace” ! Too many walking free while others lay dead. There needs to be a fight of some sort.

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