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indiemargaux:

" My hair is relaxed, therefore I am no longer natural. I am so sorry to the women whom I’ve inspired to go natural, keep going for it but natural hair is not for me. It’s been about 3 years since my big chop, literally shaved my head, might I add. Natural hair is beautiful when in its natural state and I wasn’t embracing the beauty of my natural hair texture being that I would always straighten it after a wash and blow out. This hair cut right here is me, for the people who knew me back then or went to high school with me know that this is me. I feel like my old edgy self again and I love it. No more spending hours and a day taming my hair. Especially now that I am a mother, I need a hair style that is simple enough for me to tackle in seconds. Short, quick and easy. I did cut my hair my self, and I’ll continue to keep chopping until I am totally 100% satisfied with the cut. "

J’adore sa coupe de cheveux mais étant donné que j’ai décidé de devenir Nappy  je ne peux pas céder au défrisage. Peut-être essaierai-je quand même la coupe garçonne avec un tissage ? Still nappy when you sheat ? lol

……………what ? Why isn’t this typed in English ? 😒 If it’s something negative, I really don’t even care to know.

citron-noir:

indiemargaux:

" My hair is relaxed, therefore I am no longer natural. I am so sorry to the women whom I’ve inspired to go natural, keep going for it but natural hair is not for me. It’s been about 3 years since my big chop, literally shaved my head, might I add. Natural hair is beautiful when in its natural state and I wasn’t embracing the beauty of my natural hair texture being that I would always straighten it after a wash and blow out. This hair cut right here is me, for the people who knew me back then or went to high school with me know that this is me. I feel like my old edgy self again and I love it. No more spending hours and a day taming my hair. Especially now that I am a mother, I need a hair style that is simple enough for me to tackle in seconds. Short, quick and easy. I did cut my hair my self, and I’ll continue to keep chopping until I am totally 100% satisfied with the cut. "

J’adore sa coupe de cheveux mais étant donné que j’ai décidé de devenir Nappy  je ne peux pas céder au défrisage. Peut-être essaierai-je quand même la coupe garçonne avec un tissage ? Still nappy when you sheat ? lol

……………what ? Why isn’t this typed in English ? 😒 If it’s something negative, I really don’t even care to know.

scott-peterson:

white girls

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curvellas:

put the dick down and pick up your bible god bless.

Lol

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So I posted this photo on Instagram (organicfem) yesterday along with the caption below, figured I’d share with my fellow followers on Tumblr.

For those who’ve been wondering why I haven’t posted a photo of my face, I know a few, this is primarily why. For the last few weeks my hair and I have not been getting along. It’s breaking, it’s bland, and I don’t feel like “Janice”. Since I never grew my hair to shoulder length, I was a little scared to do the snipping, but I conquered my cutting fear. My hair is relaxed, therefore I am no longer natural. I am so sorry to the women whom I’ve inspired to go natural, keep going for it but natural hair is not for me. It’s been about 3 years since my big chop, literally shaved my head, might I add. Natural hair is beautiful when in its natural state and I wasn’t embracing the beauty of my natural hair texture being that I would always straighten it after a wash and blow out. This hair cut right here is me, for the people who knew me back then or went to high school with me know that this is me. I feel like my old edgy self again and I love it. No more spending hours and a day taming my hair. Especially now that I am a mother, I need a hair style that is simple enough for me to tackle in seconds. Short, quick and easy. I did cut my hair my self, and I’ll continue to keep chopping until I am totally 100% satisfied with the cut. I will post better photos some other time. So, that’s all folks. ✌️

So I posted this photo on Instagram (organicfem) yesterday along with the caption below, figured I’d share with my fellow followers on Tumblr.

For those who’ve been wondering why I haven’t posted a photo of my face, I know a few, this is primarily why. For the last few weeks my hair and I have not been getting along. It’s breaking, it’s bland, and I don’t feel like “Janice”. Since I never grew my hair to shoulder length, I was a little scared to do the snipping, but I conquered my cutting fear. My hair is relaxed, therefore I am no longer natural. I am so sorry to the women whom I’ve inspired to go natural, keep going for it but natural hair is not for me. It’s been about 3 years since my big chop, literally shaved my head, might I add. Natural hair is beautiful when in its natural state and I wasn’t embracing the beauty of my natural hair texture being that I would always straighten it after a wash and blow out. This hair cut right here is me, for the people who knew me back then or went to high school with me know that this is me. I feel like my old edgy self again and I love it. No more spending hours and a day taming my hair. Especially now that I am a mother, I need a hair style that is simple enough for me to tackle in seconds. Short, quick and easy. I did cut my hair my self, and I’ll continue to keep chopping until I am totally 100% satisfied with the cut. I will post better photos some other time. So, that’s all folks. ✌️

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thegodmolecule
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here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.



In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.



The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

 


thegodmolecule:

here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.
 

blackhistoryalbum:

MEET THE BROWNS | 1911 Coney Island, NY. Courtesy of the Earl McCann Archive. ©WaheedPhotoArchive, 2013

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blackhistoryalbum:

MEET THE BROWNS | 1911 Coney Island, NY. Courtesy of the Earl McCann Archive. ©WaheedPhotoArchive, 2013

policymic:

15 famous landmarks zoomed out tell a different story

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It’s time for women to stop being politely angry.

— Leymah Gbowee. (via thefaultinoursmurfs)

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vurtual:

Taurus and Pleiades over Giza Pyramid - Cairo, Egypt (by Fabrizio Melandri)

vurtual:

Taurus and Pleiades over Giza Pyramid - Cairo, Egypt (by Fabrizio Melandri)
untrustyou:

Sam Alive 
felixinclusis:

justanothermasterpiece: Russell Gwilliams.