life is just Jazzy.

photoshoot life. #photographer #iconicshh #baldunicorn

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 23:25:18 -0400

photoshoot life. #photographer #iconicshh #baldunicorn

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Tue, 12 Mar 2013 18:14:27 -0400

once upon a time.

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 18:13:57 -0400

once upon a time.

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 14:33:23 -0400

once upon a time.

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Mon, 11 Mar 2013 17:02:31 -0400

Marina Abramovic meets Ulay“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started...

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 01:22:55 -0500

Marina Abramovic meets Ulay

“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”

champagnelyiinclined: sure did .

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 22:44:32 -0500

champagnelyiinclined:

sure did .

I lusted

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 11:17:18 -0500

for him last night, old times replayed in my head. our intimate moments with each other, they are so clear and fresh in my head I can still taste him on my lips & feel him on my body. no one fulfilled me the way he did, left me always wanting more.

africanexistence: Eh

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 22:43:40 -0500

africanexistence:

Eh

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Thu, 14 Feb 2013 01:39:32 -0500

my puzzle

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 22:50:50 -0500

all my pieces are on the floor scattered everywhere, I try to match em up so I can make the big picture but there is one that is missing. I can’t find it and it doesn’t want to be found, this piece that I so desperately need to complete this puzzle I’ll never find. you can’t have a puzzle with a piece missing that makes it incomplete. so I just break what’s left down; throwing pieces every which way out of frustration & pain, just wishing I had that one so I could finish so it could be complete. nothing else is needed but that one piece … with out that piece I am not me & my puzzle is incomplete and that puzzle is me.

jan 22 2013

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 13:05:27 -0500

I want to write, not for it to be good or to be loved. I want to write to release & cleanse myself of everything I have been holding in, I want my memories to spill out on the paper. every feeling & emotion brought to light that I have been hiding from myself over the years. I want it to all be shown in my writing . I don’t want to hold anything back. I’m not going to lie to myself anymore, the truth will be expressed fully in my writing, I want nothing but honesty to flow the raw bare ugly truth of what I see and feel, what I have been told and witnessed .
I want my writing to free me, to help me escape the walls of my mind and inner thoughts I try to tell myself don’t exist.

today

Tue, 12 Feb 2013 03:06:36 -0500

I found out my heart is being attacked by the disease that is trying to take my life. they told me my heart doesn’t function how it should and it’s causing my other organs to suffer. chemotherapy is my only option at this point. all of my hair has already fallen out as well as my eye brows and lashes due to my disease . I function, I work a full time job in retail pay my rent & bills . I live a “normal” life to the blind eye.

when really every morning I wake up I am in pain, with every breath I struggle now. the strength i once had is no longer I’ve lost 20 pounds and I can barely eat one meal a day. I live alone in a state where I have family or friends, I am alone. I cry myself to sleep every night, just wishing I had someone anyone I could talk to about the things that go through my mind.

it seems the things that I go through may be too heavy for my “friends” to digest & my parents are in denial their daughter is dying. I’ve become introverted, I keep to myself and when I’m not at work I don’t open my mouth to speak . I live in my head. every person I have been close to through my struggle with my health has left me & now when I’m in need the most I’m the most alone. I have no one to blame but myself , it’s sad at 22 years old ive reached a point to where I know I won’t be able to experience having a child marriage or so many other things I dreamed about. since the doctors have told me that my health is the way it is all I can do is blame myself for the lack of love I have in my life, lack of friendship. I will be the women who dies alone in her home and no one will know because she is alone and has nobody. I got a flash of my life and how it will end and it will be because of the mistakes I have made in my life (which is many)

maybe I’m dying & suffering for a reason.

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Mon, 11 Feb 2013 04:11:15 -0500

kemetically-afrolatino: PSA! everyone needs to research this...

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 22:52:13 -0500

kemetically-afrolatino:

PSA! everyone needs to research this man named Christopher Dorner. He is an ex-LAPD cop who has declared war against the LAPD, and is now the most wanted man in the U.S.

I found out about this dude Friday, but have been hesitant to post anything about him because I haven’t found anything online that isn’t biased against Dorner, except for this source. Instead i want people to research on their own and decide for themselves where they stand on Dorner.

What is most interesting about Dorner is that he isn’t stupid or ignorant. He wrote a long MANIFESTO explaining why he has taken his stance, accusing of the LAPD for lying, racism, injustices, and police brutality.

Since the manhunt, the LAPD has shot at 3 innocent people who they thought were Dorner. but mainstream media won’t tell you that.

Also, Dorner has become one of the first U.S. citizens to be targeted by drones.This shit is serious. Dorner has been trained by the military and the LAPD, so he knows what he’s doing.

I am torn because even though I sympathize with Dorner’s experience with racism, and even though I support anyone resisting police brutality, I cannot ignore the fact that in the manifesto, Dorner targeted the families of LAPD cops in his hitlist, ppl who really have nothing to do with what Dorner went through.

I guess that’s what happens when the military and police train you: you become a ruthless killing machine.

the media will paint him as a terrorist, mentally unstable, and disorderly.

but YOU decide what you think of him, cuz the media won’t tell you how the U.S is terrorist, mentally unstable, and disorderly. The media won’t show you the institutional chaos that drove Dorner to respond with violence. The media won’t show you how violent the U.S. has been to the world and to its own people. What do you expect???

I commend Dorner for being a martyr, for standing up against police brutality and racism. If only other police officers and military soldiers would do the same, like the cout detat in 1992 Venezuela, and unite to overthrow this government.

*update* i recommend this source as well

trying to explain my illness

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 19:36:52 -0500

to my parents so they understand is like Charlie Browns teacher talking .. they hear sounds but can’t fathom the words I’m speaking. maybe I shouldn’t try to express to them what I’m going through, maybe it isn’t for them to understand why it’s so hard for me to loose my hair & loose 25 pounds in less than a months time. maybe it’s not meant for them to understand only myself.

instead of me trying to get the people around me to try to understand, I’m just going to understand & be my own support system since no one can relate. I’ll comfort myself when I have days filled with medications IVs and xrays. I am my biggest support so I’ll give myself everything I need & no longer look for reassurance from anyone..

it’s my illness & I’m the only one suffering from it, I’m the only one who knows my pain & struggles so I will be the one who is there for me.

- I love you ja’asiel

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Sun, 10 Feb 2013 03:46:56 -0500

this is my hiding place, where I go when my I feel out of place...

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 09:23:46 -0500

this is my hiding place, where I go when my I feel out of place in the world. when I feel as tho no one understands me or cares, I hide amongst books. I get lost in stories and things that take my mind to a higher place than this world I’m stuck in. I sat in the library for hours just looking at books reading random things by authors I’ve heard of and authors I’ll never even remember. just picking up books and reading whatever was in front of me. why can’t this be my job? to just read all day and learn things from writers of the past & present, every writer has something different to say a message they want to get across. I just want to continue so I can find my own message..

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Tue, 05 Feb 2013 23:40:47 -0500

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Tue, 05 Feb 2013 23:38:43 -0500