The Musings of a Muse

I appreciate music-love-literature-dance-fashion-poetry-art. I'm never in one thought, or spot, or mood, long enough to create for myself...

... though, I'd like to think I inspire those who do.


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You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free. Thich Nhat Hanh (via tjarmour)
Embracing my curly/wavy hair. Literally. πŸ˜‰ (Taken with instagram)

Embracing my curly/wavy hair. Literally. πŸ˜‰ (Taken with instagram)

The B. Coming [soon]  (Taken with instagram)

The B. Coming [soon] (Taken with instagram)

Moody’s Mood… Likely Unlikable.

Β  Β  It’s really time for me to realize that I’m just not for everybody. I’ve been going around trying to prove that I’m as good/sweet/dope/friendly as people expect (or heard of) me to be & not noticing that…THAT isn’t me. Yearning for acceptance from someone who has never really accepted me? It’s pointless. I guess it’s been tugging at my heart strings for a few days & I really just need to let it go. I am not my family, whom I choose to date, the clothes that I wear. But I’m all of those, too. I am not made up of one bad encounter, day, week or month and I have to stop expecting something out of myself that isn’t realistic. It’s a painful feeling especially when I’m giving all that I have- but lately? I don’t have much left to give. And it’s been really tough for me, pretending that I’m all there when I’m not. I mean, it hasn’t even been a month since I lost the ONE person who knew me better than anyone. Less than a week since her memorial. It’s not just a silly, little nightmare. That changed so much in me.

I’ll just have to focus on surrounding myself with positivity, love and understanding. That is what I need most. The people who already truly know & love me- will continue to… and those who don’t- can continue to walk on by. I think I’m finally content in that.Β 

Rude Awakenings.

There aren’t much more things as disheartening as feeling that a person should fully understand where you’re coming from; yet they don’t at all.

The last time we were all together with my sister. My sis Kesha (RIP), Mom, baby bro Lee, myself, & my munchkin. πŸ’› (Taken with instagram)

The last time we were all together with my sister. My sis Kesha (RIP), Mom, baby bro Lee, myself, & my munchkin. πŸ’› (Taken with instagram)

Baby girl.  (Taken with instagram)

Baby girl. (Taken with instagram)

Thank you all for the wishes, prayers and condolences…

…my family and I sincerely appreciate them. My sister died from a crash Tuesday night. She was 21.

And we miss her deeply.

Again, thank you all for the love.

(Source: rocketlover)

Rest peacefully, beautiful baby sister. I love you always. (1990-2012)

Rest peacefully, beautiful baby sister. I love you always. (1990-2012)

(Source: rocketlover)

Really so over Tumblr.

maybe my feelings will change one day…

How I knew…❀

How I knew…❀

(Source: rocketlover)

Red Velvet Pancakes @ Bongo Room x The Avengers @ River East AMC x Virgin Rosé via #datgria( @auntkit ). Winning ass Friday, even in the gloom!😊 (Taken with instagram)

Red Velvet Pancakes @ Bongo Room x The Avengers @ River East AMC x Virgin Rosé via #datgria( @auntkit ). Winning ass Friday, even in the gloom!😊 (Taken with instagram)

It’s a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind. Nagulb Mahfouz (via outcamethesun)

(Source: colourthysoul, via brillodelsol)