I became a US Citizen in January of this year. Tomorrow is my first time voting in a Presidential election. I can not tell you how incredibly honored and humbled I am to have this experience. Say what you will about the process and the campaigns, all I know is that people who looked like me died and were beaten for this right. I will use it every single time I can. Long after Obama is no longer an option, I will participate in this process. I sat on the sidelines for years, frustrated and angry and unable to do anything. You can think what you want. I know my vote counts. My vote counts because I make it count, because it means something to me, because it’s more than just who wins the Presidency (Though that’s important) but also about who controls my local government and whether or not people I love are allowed to marry the people that THEY love. It matters. It counts. Obama/Biden2012 (if you vote for Romney then it doesn’t count. :P)
on the phone to my friend one night i asked what if i made him up? what if he doesn’t exist?
months later my mother sees me sitting quietly on the stairs of our home and says macaanto, if you exist, then he exists.
i visit my father and we drink tea in his small apartment. when i’m about…
Jesus. I love her.
Requiem: Dear You
By Bassey Ikpi
The universe has finally granted your wish
You are free and no longer encumbered by the weight of my love
I was waiting for the last ray of sunshine to hit the earth’s surface before I buried our union
and somewhere it is midnight
and somewhere it…
Jesus! Where are you people finding these poems?? I haven’t seen this in ages! I thought I lost it like 6 laptops ago. Thank you.
—A toast to all my fellow awkward folks… #Cheers (via harlemink)
I loved this.
Backstage footage of the last outfit/shot of the Taruwa Magazine photoshoot.
There’s no consensus on POTUS’s first four years. Folks are pretty split on that issue. But as a person, Obama is winning. Dude is just down to earth than a mug. Kids don’t have fun with curmudgeonly old farts.
Oh my god the NOTES
HAD TO REBLOG AGAIN !!!
there are only a little over 9million users on Tumblr..almost every single damn person has liked this post. Tumblr has the power!
Never not reblogging because it gets truer and truer every day.
I WILL REBLOG EVERY TIME I SEE IT UNTIL NOVEMBER 6TH
Wow @ the number of notes
Over 9 Million aaaaaaand countin’.
Josh Romney in the audience of tonight’s debate.
“From 2006 through 2010, I traveled throughout the southeastern United States befriending, photographing, and interviewing a network of people who left cities and suburbs to live off the grid. Motivated by environmental concerns, religious beliefs, or predictions of economic collapse, they build their homes from local materials, obtain their water from nearby springs, and hunt, gather, or grow their own food.” see more..
I hate to be a perv but is that what I think itis in that top photo?
Oh hon, don’t worry about it. I was just shocked to see it. I hadn’t seen that poem in so long. I’m glad you did find it and posted it. Thank you.
you come to this world accessible
you quick/wit/ and charm
wear kindness like silk scarf/
from a distance/
I watch this public you/
Hold him/beating heart
Steady echo against my concern
see you arms extended/
inviting quick embrace/
Wow! Where did you find this poem?? I didn’t even know anyone knew about it. “I want to kiss you” was written about the same guy and that’s the one people latch on to. This is my favorite of the two because it describes him so accurately. Thank you for sharing this.
Let me explain “hypomania” for you. Remember the first time you were ever on a Ferris wheel? Remember when you got to the very top and kinda just sat there for a little while, the entire world at your feet. There was euphoria, excitement, you could see the entire world from where you were. You felt like you could touch the sky. Your entire body was tingling with this amazing sensation of joy and that good anxiety. You were giddy. Just fucking excited to be alive at that moment.
Now imagine feeling that every day for a week or a month or a few months, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week with no break. No “down”. No rest. It’s exhausting but it also makes every thing you do feel like THE BIGGEST MOST AMAZING THING YOU HAVE EVER DONE IN YOUR LIFE!
The first week or so, it’s great. You can’t beat it. You’re getting work done. You’re the life of the party.
Then the insomnia sets in, then the inability to settle down and focus on anything for long sets in. Then you HAVE to write the entire book tonight before you can sleep or eat or leave the house or do anything. But first you have to call your friends and the boy you just met and tell them all that you love them. That you’ve never felt this way about any other human being in the entire world and you’re so lucky and so glad and so everything to have such amazing, magical people in your life. And it’s true. Until it isn’t. That’s hypomania. That’s what I have."