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PHARRELL WILLIAMS SPEAKS ON BEING A THE NEW BLACK

THIS WAS EVERYTHING!!!!!!!

My gawd

Mmmmm

watch this

listen to auntie! 

Amen

Write for your sanity, write for you

Writing music with no clear destination really let’s me know some of my deepest emotions & thoughts..

The emotions & feelings that I haven’t explored about myself.. They sometimes have a way of revealing themselves to me at the end of a writing session..

That shit will forever astonish me..

Like, there’s really a complexity there.. Your in a space of subconsciously writing something..

it’s like you’re letting your spirit take control over your body to the point where you look up from your notepad shocked by what you’ve written & in tears..

I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my noseholes—everywhere. Until it’s every breath I breathe. I’m going to go out like a fucking meteor
Audre Lorde (via feniceargento)

The art of creation is such a beautiful ass process..

Has anyone noticed the increase of intimacy, fluidity, & just overall creativity that happens when you write your poetry or music in a notebook rather than your phone…

Try that shit..
Erykah Badu wasn’t lying..

My thoughts are always clustered & I find it easier to just write it all out & scribble & scratch shit out rather than taking the time out to delete it.. I lose the fluidity & creative juices in the process..

Get yoself a diary bruh…

Pop that personality for a real nigga.

(Source: theperksofbeing-a-pharaoh)

You forced me to love you,
every time you said my name you forced me deeper and deeper into the bottomless pit.
When you left, you swore that you never asked for this,
that you never asked for a permanent place in me like the 4 letters of your name tattooed on my skin.
You said,
“You are too heavy, this is too much”
and you walked away, you walked away and forgot
that every time you touched me, your fingers begged me to fall in love.

Key Ballah (www.keywrites.com)