Joan Leslie, “More Black Girl than Magic”. Watch Joan’s FULL POEM!
Proverbs 11:17 (NLT)

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wouldnt it be nice if more news articles were like this
These exchanges between a bigot named Brendan Sullivan, and a heroic troll named Robert Graves, will be the best thing you read all day, I promise.

ROBERT GRAVES IS BACK ON MY DASH
robert graves: 5/7 pwnage

“Maybe it was your laugh, or your eyes, or the way you smile. Or maybe it was your voice, or your personality. Whatever it was, it made me fall pretty damn hard.”
— I Love You / Unrequited Love (via writingllama)

If you ever want to know how bad something is, ask a kid. They’re weirdly honest. I just asked a 6 year old to smell an old blanket and tell me what it smells like and he said “can I say a cuss?” And I told him to go ahead and he said it smelled like “chain link butthole”
Neil Hilborn, from Our Numbered Days
(via buttonpoetry)
(via psych-facts)
Post Wedding Depression
It’s crazy how the biggest day of your life can also be the cause of something so shitty. I spent 11 months planning and getting ready for my wedding, the happiest day of my life. Every day for 11 months all I could think about was how gorgeous my wedding was gonna be and how excited I was to marry my best friend. Finally the day was here. On September 2nd 2017 Brandon and I promised to love each other for the rest of our lives with about 100 of our closest friends and family there to celebrate with us. Before I knew it the night was coming to an end and my new husband and I were on our way to our home. The next day we had brunch with our family and again were on our way back home. Over the next few days I found myself falling back into that familiar feeling of general sadness and a blah feeling. It wasn’t until my mom sent me a text message saying that my brother was asking if Brandon and I had been experiencing “post wedding depression” that I read about it and connected the dots. This feeling that I had been having for 3 weeks was post wedding depression. For so long I had this huge event that I was looking forward to and was dumping all of my time and energy into and with the blink of an eye it was gone. The feeling now is kind of an in limbo feeling. We’re still at least a year away from starting a family and I feel like there’s nothing to look forward to right now. This isn’t to say that I have any regret at all (because I don’t) or that I’m unhappy (cause I’m not). I would marry Brandon again and again. I just feel awful because I should be SO happy and excited about this new chapter in life. This PWD crap has just muted that feeling and it feels awful. I look at my wedding photos over and over again and I’m so happy. I look beautiful, my husband looks so handsome and more importantly, we both look so happy. I wish I could go back to that day and just enjoy it for a while longer.

