Unconquered.

Unconquered. Wherever you go, there you are
ανσσ∂σσ¢нιℓ∂. αυtσ¢нtσn ∂ισѕα.

A love never fully lived.


He couldn’t grasp what it was from him that she didn’t see… Nights where only stars and galaxies gave comfort to him. He was lost. She is his greatest destiny, yet she cannot see what is in front of her. She doesn’t see with her eyes. She doesn’t know that he exists; that he is the same person she fell so in love with has only evolved into a better soul for her. Made for her.
When she looks at him, there’s hollow stare that is cries emptiness and coddled with solitude. Her love for him left long ago, before it ended between him. He left a year after their engagement of relations to each other ended, yet the passion still arose. All hours of the night, and into the day. It was like nothing had changed between them. Emotionally, she claimed she was unavailable. He accepted this claim, knowing she was lying. Knowing she was available, just not for him.

"Okay", he convinced himself again that this couldn’t be true.
"Perhaps, she’s just scared that this could be something real, something that could work in the long-run. Something worth exchanging vows of eternity… from this life to the …. ne…"
He stopped, realizing how foolish that sounds… again.
Standing by. There. Around her for whenever she’d call to him in the night. He’d be there showing he still cared. He wasn’t in love with her. He loved her, had love for her. There’s a difference, at least.. that is what he told himself.
There was natural high to their essence - that everyone who gazed upon them could feel. Everyone knew who they were together, but her… After the chapter of “together”, ended. Her closest of friends and people who would no longer see them out together; would questioned what happened?
Where did he go?
Are you still friends?
How could you be so foolish to let someone like THAT go?
Do you really think you’ll ever find someone like him again?
I’d never let him go, if I found him!!!
She always gave a bullshit answer on how, they both need to “grow” and ramble on about that until the person listening only let her ramble knowing that it’d make herself feel better, if she convinced herself.
She messaged him, saying they needed to “talk”. His stomach sank to his ankles, all hunger left his eyes. He knew. She called.
"She called…" He murmured. Trying to forget how she broke his heart for the third time.
She called, exclaiming how she needed to try this new thing in her life, that required her putting all her time into it. Ripping what left of her he had and relinquishing it back into her vessel. He granted her this wish, because he loved her more than he loved himself, at this time. He let her go at the lowest point of his life. He was recovering from the hospital and soon as he was abled to walk(literally) - she called. Dismantled. He knew all too well how it felt for her to walk all over him.
Wiping the dirt of him off her heels and out of their life like he was the exhale to her inhale. Just like that, in a breathe - finished.
A month later, his birthday arrived. She called(yearned) to him, he agreed. They saw each other, made passionate love. The thought of it (to this very day) brings chills to the narrow of his spine. He forgave her just like that. Months passed…to her, he was a candle. Something to light when needed and blow out when darkness bellowed. He never contacted her because he didn’t want to disturb her from doing what she needed to do. He wanted all her dreams to come true. Figuring out what the hell his dreams are and if he had any at all. She always had plans and dreams and he always wanted that for her. Together or not. Holidays passed… nothing. Not together at least. She still found time to celebrate, because to her, he was only a candle. Between all this hiatus of communication, love was made. More in sync than ever and this energy transformed edges of space. Transcending time.
Life together apart was better than ever. One, as two.
He grew to love her “idea” more than she. He noticed. She’s still distant yet consistent as day and night - in her own way. She was fickle, always guessing never sure. He grew to accept this, but his world was concrete. Her world wouldn’t know a paved side walk if the gods delivered it themselves. Compromise.. it’s worth it - he said. A deep sigh escaped from his lungs. His heart and head hadn’t been on the same page in years. Two heart beats rotating in opposite directions. Sickness. Chasing the thrill. The thought of no one knowing + the passion, set him on clouds smoking with Ala and Abassi.
Basia

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We have spent the month of March highlighting all of the wonderful contributions that women make and have made in this world, but we left something out. When we talk about history, we must include the good, the bad and the ugly. So, while we celebrate the strides that women are making, let’s remember this side of history, the side that is often overshadowed & goes unnoticed.
This is just a small snapshot of the ways in which women around the world are living under oppressive conditions, both here in the U.S. and abroad. Yes, this is an ugly part of our history, but we can change it. If we want our nations to succeed, we must make women matter! The fight for women’s rights is just beginning, join us! ‪
#WomensHistoryMonth‬

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We have spent the month of March highlighting all of the wonderful contributions that women make and have made in this world, but we left something out. When we talk about history, we must include the good, the bad and the ugly. So, while we celebrate the strides that women are making, let’s remember this side of history, the side that is often overshadowed & goes unnoticed.

This is just a small snapshot of the ways in which women around the world are living under oppressive conditions, both here in the U.S. and abroad. Yes, this is an ugly part of our history, but we can change it. If we want our nations to succeed, we must make women matter! The fight for women’s rights is just beginning, join us! ‪

#WomensHistoryMonth‬

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THE HISTORY OF TWERKING

If all you know about twerking is Miley Cyrus, watch this spoken word performance and learn about the true history of twerking and how its history has been written over by someone who bears no relation to its origin!

Love watching this

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A Tale of Two Mothers In American in a “Post Racial Society”
Left: Catalina Clouser - Got high, drove for 12 miles with her 2 month old baby on the roof of her car before realizing her child was not in the vehicle. The baby fell off and was found in the middle of the highway, still in its car seat and miraculously unharmed. Catalina pled guilty to child abuse and DUI, she avoided jail time and was sentenced to probation.
Right: Shanesha Taylor - A homeless mother, left her two kids (2 years old and 6 months) in the car while she went on a job interview for 45 minutes because she had no one to watch them. Shanesha was arrested and charged with a felony and had her kids removed from her care.
Both of these women live in Arizona
Read more here: http://bit.ly/1eAfPIf

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A Tale of Two Mothers In American in a “Post Racial Society”

Left: Catalina Clouser - Got high, drove for 12 miles with her 2 month old baby on the roof of her car before realizing her child was not in the vehicle. The baby fell off and was found in the middle of the highway, still in its car seat and miraculously unharmed. Catalina pled guilty to child abuse and DUI, she avoided jail time and was sentenced to probation.

Right: Shanesha Taylor - A homeless mother, left her two kids (2 years old and 6 months) in the car while she went on a job interview for 45 minutes because she had no one to watch them. Shanesha was arrested and charged with a felony and had her kids removed from her care.

Both of these women live in Arizona

Read more here: http://bit.ly/1eAfPIf

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America has a real problem with manufacturing fear for political interests. These tactics led by the NYPD fed into the racial/religious profiling & hate crimes that took place in the aftermath of 9/11. Our response to tragedy says a great deal about who we are as a nation.

a-la-maquina:



Greatest picture I seen on tumblr.

Legit reason to fly a sign…


Why lie?

Reblogged from godsgiftjasmine

a-la-maquina:

Greatest picture I seen on tumblr.

Legit reason to fly a sign…

Why lie?

(Source: miccheckz)

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tuchesuavae:

indigenous-rising:

White Person: You’re an Indian? But you don’t look anything like Pocahontas!

Me:

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White Person: Can you tell me what that tree is feeling?

Me:image

White Person: Can you tell me what my spirit animal is?

Me:

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White Children: Indians aren’t alive anymore. They’re extinct.

Me:

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White Educators: We saved the Indians!

Me:

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^ lol the last one

No caption needed.

So smooth

Lindy Hop

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To little boys who grow houses on their shoulders, villages along their spines,
To little boys who fight wars on the edge of their lips,
To little boys who love like a draft in an empty room,

Whatever it feels like
Whatever the world feels like between the palms of your hands
I imagine it may
Burn as much as it satisfies.

You were a man the second you were birthed into this world
And you lived your entire life like a refugee of the womb.
Every woman is a reminder of what you were torn from.

I know that there are riots on the edge of your tongue;
behind your teeth;
between your lips.
But.
you is a man, now, boy.
Big and strong and hard and cold.
You is a man.
A man!
A man!

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What We Teach Our Boys. - Kathryn L Christopher (Source to: kathrynlchristopher.tumblr.com)  (via black-culture)

violentlov3r:

lustt-and-luxury:
deerhoof:
friendlycloud:
trungles:
angeleesworld:
smileystwocents:
It’s amazing to me how many “ear to the ground” folks I know have spent so ugh time posting about Beyoncé but still aren’t spreading awareness about #kendrickjohnson . This 17 year old #blackboy was killed on school grounds in #Valdosta Georgia and everyone from the school to the cops to the coroner to the funeral home to the media is complicit in the #coverup . #CNN has been the only news outlet that has followed the story and tried to get the family some answers. HELLO PEOPLE this #blackbody is symbolic of how we as #blackpeople are still seen. THEY FILLED HIS BODY WITH NEWSPAPER! Look at his face! They tried to say he only suffocated?! How when he looks like #emmettill ?! If you can post about how wonderful Beyoncé is or anything else THEN SURELY you can share this story and spread awareness. The coverup is only working because people aren’t informed. The more people know, the more pressure can be put on the town. The US Attorney and FBI are involved but it’s not enough. Where are his rallies? His songs? His poems? Why is his image not being shared across the country? Across the world? Where is the #outrage
Oh my God. Bless his soul
Oh my fuck. They removed brains and other organs and filled him with newspaper and school authorities are still trying to convince people it was a freak accident.
WTF
here’s some horrifying facts:
his body, when recovered, had all organs removed so a second autopsy couldn’t determine cause of death
he was found rolled up in a gym mat between benches
camera footage has been tampered with, so there is no recording of the gym or the entrances to tell who entered (but suspiciously were active just long enough to show the victim entering)
school has been late with all requested information
this is not fucking okay
That is just fucking wrong , seriously smh
Pissed off doesn’t began to explain how I’m feeling right now.The number of notes this has compared to a fucking lamborghini on this site adds on to the digust feeling I’m having right now.it’s sickens me…when I first came across this I wanted to ignore it not because I didn’t care but because i felt powerless.But thats the thing were not powerless.please reblog this and spread awareness!

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violentlov3r:

lustt-and-luxury:

deerhoof:

friendlycloud:

trungles:

angeleesworld:

smileystwocents:

It’s amazing to me how many “ear to the ground” folks I know have spent so ugh time posting about Beyoncé but still aren’t spreading awareness about #kendrickjohnson . This 17 year old #blackboy was killed on school grounds in #Valdosta Georgia and everyone from the school to the cops to the coroner to the funeral home to the media is complicit in the #coverup . #CNN has been the only news outlet that has followed the story and tried to get the family some answers. HELLO PEOPLE this #blackbody is symbolic of how we as #blackpeople are still seen. THEY FILLED HIS BODY WITH NEWSPAPER! Look at his face! They tried to say he only suffocated?! How when he looks like #emmettill ?! If you can post about how wonderful Beyoncé is or anything else THEN SURELY you can share this story and spread awareness. The coverup is only working because people aren’t informed. The more people know, the more pressure can be put on the town. The US Attorney and FBI are involved but it’s not enough. Where are his rallies? His songs? His poems? Why is his image not being shared across the country? Across the world? Where is the #outrage

Oh my God. Bless his soul

Oh my fuck. They removed brains and other organs and filled him with newspaper and school authorities are still trying to convince people it was a freak accident.

WTF

here’s some horrifying facts:

his body, when recovered, had all organs removed so a second autopsy couldn’t determine cause of death

he was found rolled up in a gym mat between benches

camera footage has been tampered with, so there is no recording of the gym or the entrances to tell who entered (but suspiciously were active just long enough to show the victim entering)

school has been late with all requested information

this is not fucking okay

That is just fucking wrong , seriously smh

Pissed off doesn’t began to explain how I’m feeling right now.The number of notes this has compared to a fucking lamborghini on this site adds on to the digust feeling I’m having right now.it’s sickens me…when I first came across this I wanted to ignore it not because I didn’t care but because i felt powerless.But thats the thing were not powerless.please reblog this and spread awareness!

Una Madre a Hija. A mother to child.

I’m in love with your adventurous spirit. Estoy enamorada con tu espíritu aventurero.

She speaks to my heart, soul, and spirit. I love my mom. I taught her how to Skype 1500+ miles away.

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Those who are most worthy of love are never made happy by it

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