"I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone.’"

Neil Gaiman (via coffeekaling)

(Source: larmoyante, via meditativemumbles)

"The color of my skin does not make me who I am.
My character within is how you should measure me as a man.
Don’t judge me by what you see by the light.
Rather how would see me if you lacked the sense of sight.
The saying goes “Don’t judge a book by its cover”.
Why would you think under my covering there is less to discover?
I am like any other human walking God’s green earth.
The way that I look should not in any way devalue my worth.
“Light skinned” and “half breed”, yes I have heard them all.
I’ll never forget being called the “black boy” as a kid playing basketball.
From both ends of the spectrum I have heard the hate.
There were so many times I just did not know how to relate.
Too black to be white. Too black to be white.
Trying to fit in was a constant fight.
I fought the battle in my own head for years and years.
There were nights that I couldn’t hold back the tears.
But then one day I made a choice and my skin got tough.
I was happy with who I was and that was enough.
I weighed myself on my own scale instead of others.
No longer judging myself compared to another.
I am a man just like the rest.
And my parents raised me to be one of the best.
So what covers my body is merely an organ called skin.
Holding me together and protecting the greatness within."

I am no professional writer by any means but I needed to clear my head. (via thee-renaissance-man)

(via the-black-gentleman)

"The color of my skin does not make me who I am.
My character within is how you should measure me as a man.
Don’t judge me by what you see by the light.
Rather how would see me if you lacked the sense of sight.
The saying goes “Don’t judge a book by its cover”.
Why would you think under my covering there is less to discover?
I am like any other human walking God’s green earth.
The way that I look should not in any way devalue my worth.
“Light skinned” and “half breed”, yes I have heard them all.
I’ll never forget being called the “black boy” as a kid playing basketball.
From both ends of the spectrum I have heard the hate.
There were so many times I just did not know how to relate.
Too black to be white. Too black to be white.
Trying to fit in was a constant fight.
I fought the battle in my own head for years and years.
There were nights that I couldn’t hold back the tears.
But then one day I made a choice and my skin got tough.
I was happy with who I was and that was enough.
I weighed myself on my own scale instead of others.
No longer judging myself compared to another.
I am a man just like the rest.
And my parents raised me to be one of the best.
So what covers my body is merely an organ called skin.
Holding me together and protecting the greatness within."

I am no professional writer by any means but I needed to clear my head. (via thee-renaissance-man)

(via the-black-gentleman)

Black Men who do good

thelipstickontherim:

Sweetie, you don’t get enough credit.

We see you goin to work everyday in your blue or white collars, taking care of your families, going to college, trying to foster good health, taking that protector-provider role seriously, opening doors, actively raising your…