May 2013
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“I do not think one can assess a writer’s motives without knowing something...”
– Snippet taken from George Orwell ‘Why I Write’ (Worth a read, it’s free online)
“I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up”
– Shane Koyczan, The Student (via loveyourchaos)
“If I was talking to someone who was young who was just starting out, go to...”
– Maggie Dubris (via jslr)
“My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time.”
– Jonathan Carroll (via hellanne)
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Being honest with yourself.
Today i learnt i hate attention
because I am afraid to be seen
because I am afraid I am not good
because i associate attention to being bad and wrong.
Because I cannot see my good
i just step out in faith but
i don’t give my all
because then it would be my all
that is wrong and maybe
on a bad day i might accept that as a truth.
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Tedx Brixton
So for those who don’t know, I’ll be doing a Tedx Talk and performance on July 13th. You can find out about tickets here: http://tedxbrixton.com/
Hope to see you there :)
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“It seems to me that the hardest thing for people to accept is that they are...”
– Indigo Williams
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“Everyone practices magic, it’s just that some of us do it consciously and...”
– Indigo Williams
“Every intention in your heart is a prayer willing the universe into action.”
– Indigo Williams
love doesn’t hurt baby.
“No one is going to give you the education you need to overthrow them.”
– Assata Shakur (via imadeva)
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“One of the best things you can do for yourself is become acutely aware of your...”
– Indigo Williams
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The repercussions of accepting a parasitic...
I still pay the price of allowing and accepting a parasitic relationship in my life. The biggest problem with such relationships is they leave you energetically open to similar types of energy. Once you welcome it, it’s hard to repair the damage and shut the door.
A person’s presence should leave you feeling full not empty or less than. Greatness elevates everything around it.
Discipline.
Junot Diaz on Men Who Write About Women
The Atlantic: It sounds like you're saying that literary "talent" doesn't inoculate a writer—especially a male writer—from making gross, false misjudgments about gender. You'd think being a great writer would give you empathy and the ability to understand people who are unlike you—whether we're talking about gender or another category. But that doesn't seem to be the case.
Junot Diaz: I think that unless you are actively, consciously working against the gravitational pull of the culture, you will predictably, thematically, create these sort of fucked-up representations. Without fail. The only way not to do them is to admit to yourself [that] you're fucked up, admit to yourself that you're not good at this shit, and to be conscious in the way that you create these characters. It's so funny what people call inspiration. I have so many young writers who're like, "Well I was inspired. This was my story." And I'm like, "OK. Sir, your inspiration for your stories is like every other male's inspiration for their stories: that the female is only in there to provide sexual service." There comes a time when this mythical inspiration is exposed for doing exactly what it's truthfully doing: to underscore and reinforce cultural structures, or I'd say, cultural asymmetry.
Freewrite
Love today like this is all there is
Like each moment is enough
Like the day is your dream
And you achieved it
Soak it up
Bury yourself
In living.
Freewrite
Loving feels like honour
anything else is a lie you tell yourself
out of fear that no one
will want you
no one will stay
Longer than your sex
they won’t love you
they wont see you
Even though you show them
how well you strip.
You’re so afraid of your fear you lie
thinking the only way to love
Is broken.
Woke up with this line in my head.
“We find beautiful words to say the worst things”
What do you want to be known for?
Focus on that, pour all your energy into that.
Another Elegy
by Jericho Brown
This is what our dying looks like.
You believe in the sun. I believe
I can’t love you. Always be closing,
Said our favorite professor before
He let the gun go off in his mouth.
I turned 29 the way any man turns
In his sleep, unaware of the earth
Moving beneath him, its plates in
Their places, a dated disagreement.
Let’s fight it out, baby. You have
Only so long left—a man...
Anonymous asked: Pure LOve for this amazing site, quotes and inspirational answer you give. Maybe you have millions of followers that tell u this everyday but NEVER STOP INSPIRING. Too many tumblr just want and want REBLOGGED, post but you seems more down to earth! lol Xxxxx
April 2013
72 posts
“The idea that religion says women should submit to men is a notion that probably...”
– Khalid Latif (via thepoetandthesiren)
I am sure…and then I am sure I know nothing at all.
Feeling deep blue
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“The truth will always out live you.”
– Indigo Williams
The lesson
I am quiet, shy and rather reserved. I’m often the last to say something in a group of people and I listen intently before I decide to speak. I’m very aware of the beurucracy of space among people and how it is used (or how people take it up). Because of these tendencies to keep to myself, I often don’t do well with people who need me to like them, or seek my approval and...
“True artists are like high priests, in their element they become a link to the...”
– Indigo Williams
“The nationalism I seek is one that decolonizes the brown and female body as it...”
– Cherrie Moraga
(via flordemilraices)
Things that happen when I leave my afro out
Politics of being a black woman. (I should actually make this a series)
On my way home on the tube today a mixed race girl preached to me about why I shouldn’t relax my hair (I didn’t say I was going to) and asked me questions like, ‘Do you know what melanin is?’ and ‘Do you know where melanin comes from?’ I was too tired to play along with her so I said...
Where I’m from- Draft 2 snippet
by Indigo Williams
I told him London,
Like it wasn’t obvious in the strut of my words
I accent like the moan of rain
the tapping of feet waiting for a delayed train home.
My every syllable stresses like this city.
So when he asked me for the second time,
‘Where are you from?’
What he meant was,
‘Your skin is a map out of this city,
tell me where your melanin...
“This is a hard thing to accept and to say considering the way death is...”
– Indigo Williams 