Dotted-Stripes | by Esperanza G.

Writer, Artist, Creative Thinker, Inspired by much and Appreciator of beauty - Enjoy my journey...
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roggyscanvas:

But you’re standing there, in the rain. Everyone is yelling at you to get indoors. You’ll get sick, you’ll get sick, you’ll get sick. But you’re already sick, don’t they know?

Get inside. Get inside at once. Get inside right now. So much concern and yet not one ventures out into the mud and…

vimb0:

“stop this train, i want to get off & go home again.

i can’t take the speed it’s movin’ in…”

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whew.

wow.

i want to write it all and write none of it.

i want to reveal all that i’m feeling and nothing at all.

i’m actually at peace right now.

all should be well.

all is well.

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i…

beautiful.

The best love is free love, but its so hard to find and often its freeness tempts us to leave it behind. Don’t.
Esperanza G.

gtfomyculture:

1beautifulcontradiction:

thegoddamazon:

melanated-queen:

i will always reblog this

Forever reblog.

every time.

perfect

(via theethird)

theethird:

When i think of you I wonder if

God shaped you from the riverbed of the Nile

mixed that rich ebony earth with Saharan sand

and copper colored clay, just to accurately capture

the embers of your soul burning within

My eyes consider yours and ask if God

took precious stones kissed by morning…

I tell my students, ‘When you get these jobs that you have been so brilliantly trained for, just remember that your real job is that if you are free, you need to free somebody else. If you have some power, then your job is to empower somebody else. This is not just a grab-bag candy game.”
—Toni Morrison

YES (via kimdgreen)

Woo!

(via coolcalmcommitted)

Always remember and NEVER forget.

(via hermahoganysoul)

The prelude to our intended act was,
captivating.
Thoughts turned to colors
Tastes made one with smells
I was under his spell

No noise could distract me from the rhythm of our exchange
No aroma could dissuade me from the savoriness of his kiss
I was in bliss

His hands shed me of restraint,
as our rhythm lead us to freeing shadows
In them we unrolled our fears
Intertwining our freeness
Limb with lip and lip with limb
Lip to lip and limb to limb

Only nakedness stood between us,
with its unforgiving glare.
His eyes
more accepting
His gaze
came to hang over me.
But then my legs closed,
to his ghost.
- Esperanza G.