Coming into my own
There’s a tasty, satiating type of freedom I felt I promise you, when I came into the full knowledge of myself, the scope of my strength and pending victories, the acceptance of my path, the interpretation of my pitfalls, the celebration of my own contribution to this world and the amalgam of experiences that have made and continue to make me the raging storm of love, expression and...
Anonymous asked: where are u from kanika ess
warsanshire: Where did you get those big eyes? My mother. And where did you get those lips? My mother. And the loneliness? My mother. And that broken heart? My mother. And the absence, where did you get that? My father.
The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.– Flannery O’Connor (via kari-shma)
leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change...– “Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell” by: Marty McConnell (via ocean-walli)
Take take take. If you don’t add to the lives of those around you, deepen the meaning of leverage in their lives, you’re a leech son, nothing but a leech.
We tend to judge others by their behaviour and ourselves by our intentions.– Albert F. Schlieder (via loveyourchaos)
Didn’t take an MFA? You didn’t do anything wrong. Took 11 years to write your...– Junot Diaz (via murdermetonymy)
.The evening will go like this:
Me in the cleft of his neck, kissing his goatee. Nuzzling like I will sleep, but not daring to for want of him. Supermalt, smirnoff, rose. A film - hopefully completed. (Who knows what the drink might do?) Laughs, giggles. Tears. (He goes away this week) Kisses. Deeper ones. A flailing of hands. All over bodies. Tenderness. More tears. (My heart will go with him) Me being carried to my room. A...
Baby, if you don’t make sense of your world(of me), who will? I am all the women you see here, in part and whole. That should frighten you, and make you spill yourself all over everywhere, all at once.
After writing my note: ‘Crabs’ , I’ve realised two things: I’m afraid of being and staying afraid and I have way too much to be grateful for. I’m going to go and swim now, I might not actually move, just lose myself in the water and that truth.
fashionandfabrics asked: With both your findings and images, what inspires you? I have noticed your blog is very much Afro/Caribbean
fashionandfabrics asked: Kanika, your blog is super, very cultural you express yourself in a way that makes this all very unique. well done. I love your findings and images. Loresha xx
If I do not write to empty my mind, I go mad.– George Gordon Byron (via peignezlenoir)
nextstoprequested: There are so many aspects to my personality, so many different women in one vessel, multiple voices. Perhaps attempting to find oneself is a matter of finally finding the strongest note but not ignoring the others. I’ve spent a good amount of time attempting to quiet the other sounds that I’ve never considered the fact that they are all parts of the symphony my soul composed.
I would like to be known as an intelligent woman, a courageous woman, a loving...– Maya Angelou (via arabiancinderelly)
How I feel right now
locksandglasses: It’s a very brave thing to decide what is best for you in the midst of a million voices. It takes all the courage in the world to say, “I hear you, but I love me louder.”
It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same,...– Benjamin Button, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (via nineminustwo)
christianreus: Silence is the greatest form of intimacy there is. To stare, so interestingly and intriguingly, and read each other like your absolute favorite book. Observing the smallest muscle twitches and the most gentle flutters of blinks, discovering their underlying smile in a face disguised with contentment; when in reality, you know, I know, we all know, it’s a cold fuckin’ case of bliss...
And only where there are tombs are there resurrections.– Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via nezua)
So yesterday, a friend of mine lost a loved one. I found out suddenly and was deeply hurt for her- immediately leaving to visit the family. Once there, every friend I used to have when I used to be the person I now despise (wanting, defiant, ever-present) emerged bearing a tension with their quarter-smiles that I could cut through with one of my eyelashes. They hated me. All of them. My cousin...
- Yesterday, he told me not to take this promise ring off until he replaces it with the ring for a lifetime. - I loved him so much and realised it so hard, I thought my head would burst and the tears would be eternal for want of expression. - How come relationships do this to you when you’re learning to make sense of something mum and dad didn’t have? The up and down of it all. - What...
I don’t know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please...– Bill Cosby (via kari-shma)
Sigh. In another life I would have taken up my Uncle’s offer to pay for me to go overseas to Spelman or any other HBCU for that matter. I wouldn’t have cried at the thought of leaving my parents (who are now seperated) or my best friends (who are no longer around) or my beloved council estate (which I no longer ‘play out’ in). Fair play, I went to a top university (which...