This blog gave me so many feelings. The portraits are so passionate and gave me hope.
That’s awesome! I’m glad that my blog makes you hopeful. That’s the reason why I started it—to give myself hope for a future love and to remind others that Black Love is fully thriving and beautiful. Keep your heart open and your love will come. I am rooting for you :)
“i don’t need much
i don’t need more
than to be lying
next to you. i can imagine you studying
on the couch
while i read Langston Hughes
next to you. my happiness is to wake up
next to you
and enjoy a cold and cloudy day
leaving the bed
just to make you a tea.”—criminallyinnocent (via loquence)
Black men who undeniably love black women
not just for our curves, color combinations, thickness, lips and breasts
of our honey, our flavor, our sweetness, our poise and the loudness of our souls.
They see us as Queens, they crown us as such and humbly understand that we can be modestly grandiose; even though some may claim our blackness leaves us ashamed and scared to show our God given glow.
I melt seeing:
Black men who undeniably love black women for birthing their daughters and raising their sons
embrace that fact that we are not just a vessel or a beautiful bold statue to show of; we are where they come from, we are who they love.