an excerpt from my notes. 06/2010.
The only memories I have of my maternal grandmother are the grainy photographs in which she sits with heavy eyebrows and a tight-lipped stare, staring past my other family members crowded around her in conversation. There’s a few of her holding me— I’m drooling on my fist, my grandfather is laughing with arms around her yet she still has the same stoic face on. I used to wonder...
this is a glimpse.
She hated him from the moment he walked in the door. Marcus had spent that first walk home from the store gushing about Petra— how his chulita had an ass the size of Jupiter and could outcook both his mama and abuelita and fuck like a pornstar on E. “I’m a lucky sonofabitch.” He smiled. “Just don’t tell her I said that or I’ll have to kill...
did you know...
the most vulnerable position to be in is on your back, limbs spread apart, palms up? wanna know how i sleep? on my stomach, one foot over the other, elbows tucked in, arms folded up against my chest. analyze that.
If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could...– Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
you need to settle down with someone decent.
girl: and what about you warsan, what do you look for in a partner?
me: just someone is who is ready for a dystopian post apocalyptic future earth and has mentally perpared himself for the the possibility of a zombie attack.
me: i also like kindness, beards, emotional intelligence and innapropriate wit.
me: maybe someone whose lap i can sit on while we research the link between hip hop and alien existence.
girl: well i hope that goes well for you.
You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the...– James Baldwin (via dreamhampton1)