The problem with dreaming big is that when you get what you ask for, you get what you asked for. — Bassey Ikpi (via escreveelianaescreve)
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That is why it is important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut loose. People need to understand that no one is playing with marked cards; sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Don’t expect recognition for your efforts, don’t expect your genius to be discovered or your love to be understood. Complete the circle. Not out of pride, inability, or arrogance, but simply because whatever it is no longer fits in your life. Close the door, change the record, clean the house, get rid of the dust. Stop being who you were and become who you are. — Paulo Coelho (via meowlita)
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Rag & Bone sweaters for @targetstyle @target #targetinnercircle #targetat50 (Taken with Instagram)
RAG & BONE FOR TARGET??? You’re joking!
I’m not sure how you people aren’t also convinced that he and I were created to be each other’s best friends. Even our stream of conscience writing is similar. Operation Be Friends With Frank Ocean must begin to get my mind off “Bastard you bastard Bastard” which is a different operative that I was forced to abandon recently.
mind your business.
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I don’t like the looks of this one. The neck tattoos. We will not date him, Frankie. Find someone more suitable.
SO this is someone called Lil B and apparently he raps or something. I stand corrected. Thank GOD!
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When it hurts so much that the brain that protects you tells your heart, “No. We can not feel this. If we feel this, then we will break into two and there is no room for that here. No space for it. So think of nothing. Own that nothing and wear it around your neck like a talism. It will protect you. This numbness. This nothing. This ‘don’t think about it’ will protect you… for a little bit. When it stops, then find something else. Something that feels like a screaming. Something that sinks deep into your chest. Something that awakes the dead with your song. Let it bellow. Let it moan. Let it live in your bones like a reckoning. Let it stand there and stare into the middle distance. Let this hurt do whatever the fuck it wants to do. This is how you stay alive. this is how you facilitate a healing. This is how you own yourself when it feels like the world was removed from beneath your feet. You find a way to stand despite it. And because of it. And without it.
You just do.
— Bassey Ikpi (via confessionsinprose)Distance sometimes lets you know who’s worth keeping and who’s worth letting go”-Frank Ocean — (via oddfutureisheretostay)
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frankie…
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This is Africa, our Africa
Though I do understand and appreciate the point of this post, I have to take some issue with it. YES a number of people in Africa live like this but mud and thatched roof or tin huts do exist. It’s not the only thing that exists but I would never wish away my family in the village for the sake of my family living it up with butlers in Calabar or Lagos or Abuja. It’s all Africa.
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