Esmeralda Oshun

Weapons of mass destruction

Thu, 23 May 2013 23:14:00 -0400

Weapons of mass destruction

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Thu, 23 May 2013 23:12:23 -0400

blackandkillingit: Black Girls Killing It Shop BGKI NOW

Mon, 20 May 2013 17:37:23 -0400

blackandkillingit:

Black Girls Killing It Shop BGKI NOW

psych-facts: Source

Fri, 17 May 2013 23:47:07 -0400

psych-facts:

Source

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Fri, 17 May 2013 23:46:41 -0400

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Thu, 16 May 2013 13:59:57 -0400

ferrarisheppard: King Bansah of Ghana. This is a king

Wed, 15 May 2013 19:24:51 -0400

ferrarisheppard:

King Bansah of Ghana.

This is a king

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Wed, 15 May 2013 19:10:42 -0400

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Wed, 15 May 2013 08:29:26 -0400

Word, lol

Wed, 15 May 2013 01:52:27 -0400

Word, lol

soul-asylum: Chaka Khan. The heavenly soul Goddess.

Wed, 15 May 2013 01:51:10 -0400

soul-asylum:

Chaka Khan.

The heavenly soul Goddess.

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Wed, 15 May 2013 01:50:58 -0400

effyeahsol-angel: Solange Featuring Kendrick Lamar - Looks Good...

Wed, 15 May 2013 00:18:17 -0400

effyeahsol-angel:

Solange Featuring Kendrick Lamar - Looks Good with Trouble

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/looks-good-trouble-feat.-kendrick/id647961144?i=647961695&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

Rest up sis

Wed, 15 May 2013 00:12:29 -0400

Rest up sis

"Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest..."

Tue, 14 May 2013 01:12:21 -0400

““Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.””

- N’tima (via artistsuffer)

technicolor-bliss: enter the realm.

Tue, 14 May 2013 01:10:45 -0400

technicolor-bliss:

enter the realm.

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Mon, 13 May 2013 01:15:34 -0400

itravelworld: made to travel

Mon, 13 May 2013 01:13:42 -0400

itravelworld:

made to travel

Ah!

Mon, 13 May 2013 01:10:05 -0400

Ah!

Then I felt I could no longer breathe And pleaded for his heart to beat Against mine and restore its...

Sat, 11 May 2013 12:15:01 -0400

Then
I felt I could no longer breathe
And pleaded for his heart to beat
Against mine and restore its vitality
For the strength in his blood to seep through my pores
And to breathe a breath of security into my soul

I poured my love into a shot glass for him
And watched as my reflection became distorted
I took upon myself to take the first chug
And innocently become intoxicated
I enjoyed myself drifting away
I fell into a coma with thoughts of him
The doctors called it love
The psychiatrist called it passion
And you call it either or
While I tell it like it is

That night I diagnosed myself with a case of subliminal obsession
Revealing necessities of his being
His eyes were my EKG machine and I couldn’t see myself in them
I flat lined and would usher myself into the topaz light that would restore my peace
CPR wouldn’t bring me back, but his initials would
He didn’t want to be my paramedic that night
He didn’t know that was his responsibility
Instead, he watched as my body fell limp
And tried to exhale something worth reaching a hand out to, saving

I had confessed that I learned to breathe again
And didn’t need his assistance
Someone else had taught me, and then he taught me how to do it on my own
This new soul penetrated my being and I welcomed him
As he permeated the congested spots
He was my antibiotic and I overdosed on him
I took as much of him as I could and ignored the directions “to take only as needed”

I never felt guilty about him before
But now my conscience settles
Tears fell from my soul and landed on my wrist
I bled instantly and felt my life leak from my veins
I screamed for salvation in the form of your presence
And even mustered up the strength to move the black and blueness
Of myself against the front door
I wore the welcome mat across my abdomen
I recited scriptures from Revelations and Corinthians
And I saw the new world together but differently
My obsession didn’t show up that night
But my salvation did
He came to me with sunflowers and a jar of new life
And I kissed him