"You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone’s so shocked or impressed that you’re baring your soul, while to you it’s nothing, because you know you’ve twenty more layers to go." —Craig Thompson, Carnet de Voyage 

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My family isn’t a talking family. My mom was never my best friend, my dad never told me he loved me when he hung up the phone. I am a first generation American with born-and-raised Jamaican immigrant parents. It always seemed and felt normal. It never seemed like an injustice until I realized how it affected me in the future. Being an emotional person with parents that never supported your intellect or your talents was damaging, it hurt. It hurt to be asked where the 3 points went when I got a 97 on a test. It hurt to have to get a ride from a friend to school concerts. It was a learned behavior to take care of yourself, support yourself, find happiness in yourself, to take pride in yourself. But then things happen that unhinge you and its hard to talk about feelings when you need to. It’s hard to feel your feelings when you need to. It’s hard to be honest with yourself. It makes it hard to move forward. It makes it hard to get things out when you’re heavy. 

I’ve been crying all the time because of all the years I’ve held it in. I’ve dug it all up and I got it all out and it hurts to not say things now. My heart is not broken and I am not crushed. I have fallen so completely out of love with myself that I am unrecognizable. Every day I look in the mirror, my reflection turns me to stone. All the things packed into twenty one years of never feeling good enough, never feeling right enough, and loving people so much, believing in people too much, being so reckless, pushing myself so hard, not pushing hard enough, it adds up. It adds up and it hurts. It hurts to be given so much anger and never learn to be angry, to be yelled at and never learn to yell at people. I’m so scared of my own voice. I’m scared to sing and I’m scared to yell. And that’s a learned behavior too. And now. And now, I need to stop blaming myself and start learning to love the person I am all over again. I love my parents, and now, they tell me all the time.

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"In ancient Greek the same word covers birth, generation and coming into being, but it never implies “out of nothing.” Hence, a birth is the same as a transition from one state to another, and the child must die before the adult can be born. Thus, a person must die so another might be born. The winter dies when spring is born, and a person is born as a hero or heroine upon her or his death." —Evy Haland, “The Ritual Year of Athena: The Agricultural Cycle of the Olive, Girls’ Rites of Passage and Official Ideology.”

jane mount, the love of my life <3

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David Benjamin Sherry
Storm Clearing Over Kings Canyon, Three Rivers, California, 2013.
"I believe that we are put here in human form to decipher the hieroglyphs of love and suffering. And, there is no degree of love or intensity of feeling that does not bring with it the possibility of a crippling hurt. But, it is a duty to take that risk and love without reserve or defense." —Allen Ginsberg 
All black everything 


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