Fleur de Lis 🌸

@Cened I have things to say. I have seen bad things 😭.

Kumbe before filing applications, you people inform the Judge in person?

Had to watch Na’im’s set twice bc aint no way one person is this funny. That 40 acres & a mule joke still has me howling.

I have lost all fear of starting again. I can start again on a Thursday at 3 AM. I can rebuild at any age. I will uproot, replant, rebrand and reroute until I end up where I envision myself. That fear and shame of losing and trying again no longer has a home in me.

𝘐𝘯 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺: “𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳” 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺: “𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘦.”

Need it heated over a spoon and injected into my veins. Such a masterpiece.

𝘐𝘯 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺, “𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.” 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺, “𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴.”

And to those spending today missing their mother, grieving or carrying the weight of that absence, I hope today is easy for you 🤍

They gave us mothers’ day flowers at Artisan Blend today. So sweet of them actually but hey? 😅.

@Edgar_Amutavi Correct 😅. It's the year my feelings have become extremely felt.

All mother's days are always on Sundays, no?

A list of African books where women saved themselves (and others) The Parlor Wife, by Folusho Agbaje So Long a Letter, by Mariama Ba The Girl with the Louding Voice, by Abi Dare The First Woman by Jennifer Makumbi Efuru, by Flora Nwapa Death of The Author, by Nnedi Okorafor

Malaga, Spain

Men are very strange when they’re ready for marriage.

Southern Comfort tastes like it does not want to be alcohol.

"Discovering Love" by artist Walter Zakarlo

All of us, in our darkest nights, have called out to something greater than ourselves. There is a kind of pain that will make you remember your god - whichever one you serve.

I come back to this picture once in a while And I really think life is all about finding people to spend time in the kitchen with

“The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands.” — Carolyn Forché, from her poem “Because One is Always Forgotten”

“i believe in the mercy of what didn't go my way”

“If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.” — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

You don't.