All things real, all things imaginary


It seems now more than ever there is a thin line between what is real and what is imaginary. Even my inner-most feelings and emotions that have, at times, handicapped me from getting up in the morning seem less than important, all in the passing of time. Yet still, other things that take up little space and time in my life seem to form the backbone of my character and belief systems. With jolts of profound happiness and painful black holes of sadness, I have yet to come to grips with my multiple personalities, the seasons of my soul, and the dreams and desires I have with every ounce of my being to be a great person. The only conclusion: to keep it real! To feel and dissect, with my stubbornly analytical spirit, all things real, and all things imaginary

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Tres Fairy

Tres Fairy

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love the pic more if she had a chocolate icecream…mmmm mmmm

love the pic more if she had a chocolate icecream…mmmm mmmm

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calivintage:

michelle williams.
My hollywood crush

calivintage:

michelle williams.

My hollywood crush

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teenvogue:

Inside Teen Vogue: Bags galore in the fashion closet!

teenvogue:

Inside Teen Vogue: Bags galore in the fashion closet!

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toliveby7 asked: Who is your best friend??? LOL

BritHof

Neverland

PrOuD 2 pLaY & eNjOy GoOd FrIeNdS dAnCiNg HaVe FuN aLwAyS pLaY!! (and don’t mind the dirty fridge)

Taken in Neverland, my hood, community, hometown of 22 years before moving to a new continent one week ago today. I’ve travelled for mental peace, emotional stability, reflection and growth, “to get to know me… the real me” (in the words of Keyshia Cole, her song ”Just Like You”) and there is that word again, “real”. I miss Neverland already, and my good friends dancing, having fun, always playing. But I’m also happy I’m out of the hood, I can establish who I want to be and already am, in the space of no-one and nothing, free from who I’m suppose to be and of thoughts of all that I can ever be. But I do miss the all for one and one for all comfort of community, the hardworking people who have fun on their off hours in what I call speakeasys (you know, homes in the hood where you can get a shot of liquor for $2.50). Binge workers and partyers like me, no balance, little stability, but getting by. Enough respect for my people, enough love. Leaving was bittersweet, one moment I felt like Nas in his song “Not Going Back” the next I was cuddled with my mom and dad a little kid again. I guess that’s me, here, there and everywhere, always conflicted, never sure where I sit or stand, infatuated with what I’m told I can’t do or be and at the end of the day, that’s what I’ve come here for… one thing… possibility.

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dinosaurs

tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

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rainbows, stars, prince charmings, summers, flowers, teas, babies, kisses, love, happiness, peace, togetherness, springtime, family, moons, hearts, diamonds, butterflies, community, mommy, soups, waterfalls, kittens, daddy, bff’s, romance, hugs, lovers, friends, smiles, laughter, songs, sunshines, princesses, angels, heaven, dreams, water, gentle breezes, all things… beautiful

rainbows, stars, prince charmings, summers, flowers, teas, babies, kisses, love, happiness, peace, togetherness, springtime, family, moons, hearts, diamonds, butterflies, community, mommy, soups, waterfalls, kittens, daddy, bff’s, romance, hugs, lovers, friends, smiles, laughter, songs, sunshines, princesses, angels, heaven, dreams, water, gentle breezes, all things… beautiful