nephew tyson & my porkpie. | GREENVILLE, SC | 2012.
by tiona.m. aka #thugangel: a glimpse into my personal archive+a few things that i find interesting & special.
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talking to my best friend Nicole of 15 years. we are both at similar yet different places. this woman knows me man. this is why its so good to have folks who know where you really come from. serious growth has definitely been made.
from his exhibit, A Series of Inspiring Women
*no words for how much i love this man’s work. such a feeling.
“I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love and friendship. I am the woman who stays home and bakes Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable, and comforted, and safe, and important. Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life, that keeps us feeling terrified and alone. I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time. I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments. I need to do my damnedest to be there for that. Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I’ve ever known. When she dies.”
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Fiona Apple, in her 4 page hand written letter about her dying dog Janet.
*talk about real love.
(Source: The Huffington Post)
“If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love.”
— - Thich Nhat Hanh
WOMEN. WINE. THE WORD.
THE REVIVAL 2012.
Advanced Tickets On Sale now via EVENTBRITE.
*support. should be a lovely time in each city.
had an elder pray for me to be safe as i walk the north philly streets doing my field research.
thank you ms. jean.
lovely
Three Moons, One Love , Kameelah Janan Rasheed, 2012
<3 <3 <3
bad religion ~ frank ocean and the roots live on late night with jimmy fallon
*major.
Toni Morrison: 'I want to feel what I feel. Even if it's not happiness'
Nobel prize-winning author Toni Morrison talks to Emma Brockes about being a single mother, the death of her son and why love doesn’t last
It is hard to believe Morrison is 81. She started late, her first novel, The Bluest Eye, written when she was 39 and a senior editor at Random House. As a result, she is not pegged particularly to any generation of writers and since her subject matter is largely historical, or rather, concerned with the handprint of history on the present day, it gives her a kind of timelessness. Her characters are heroic and flawed, mythic and real, “unavailable to pity” she has said – vehicles for remembering, even, as Morrison wrote in Beloved, when “remembering seemed unwise”. Chance would be a fine thing, these days, she says.
“There’s nothing inside that’s 81. It’s just the changes in the body. And the memory. I don’t remember where the keys are. Or as my son says, ‘Ma, it’s not that you don’t remember where you put the keys, it’s when you pick up your keys and you don’t know what they’re for.’ Thank you, son.” She laughs long and loud. “Everything that happened in the first 50 years of my life is dazzling and memorable. It’s amazing, how the past is so clear. And the present is…” She bats a hand in the air.
Her latest novel, Home, is set in the aftermath of the Korean war and coincides with that sentimentalised period of American history that Morrison remembers rather differently. “I was trying to take the scab off the 50s, the general idea of it as very comfortable, happy, nostalgic. Mad Men. Oh, please. There was a horrible war you didn’t call a war where 58,000 people died. There was McCarthy.”
