Ode To A Modern Day Griot

mylighttwistedreality:

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

theferocity:

You never forget your first “faggot.” Where you were when the word first came hurtling at you, who sent it flying in your direction, and what happened when it finally hit you. You never forget if a fist or baseball bat came swinging right behind it, or if the word was whispered, or spray-painted, if it came costumed in another word’s clothes: sissy, punk, different, queer, pansy. You never forget your first “faggot” because the memory makes you.

from “Coming Out to Myself” 

speakingmyownlanguage:

butts-with-bro-shades:

mitunas-wife:

hellfirehotchkiss:

sheltymops:

SLEEPING BEAUTY (1485).

POCAHONTAS (17TH CENTURY POWAHTAN). 

CINDERELLA (MID 1860’S)

JASMINE (PRE-ISLAMIC MIDDLE EAST)

SNOW WHITE (16TH CENTURY GERMANY).

ARIEL (1890’S)

BELLE (1770’S FRENCH COURT FASHION).

CLARIE HUMMEL

Megara (Ancient Greece)

Mulan (Ancient China)

Tiana (1920’s)

Rapunzel (18th Century)

I’ve reblogged this 6 times probably

Disney did a pretty swell job with their accuracy

artreture:

Twenty four hours ago
I fell in love four times;
Once with a memory,
A book long forgotten,
A group of people I kissed
Lastly, towards a mirror

Tomorrow I will be wed
A thousand times over,
To a memory erased of hurt,
A book that will wear me,
Embraced by warm people
As I kiss my scars farewell
I am unencumbered, finally

artreture:

I will not write about you anymore
Or about how you don’t want me to anymore

The people I met should be left as is
But I wore my heart on their sleeves

I thought of the house
And the kids we were supposed to have

The sound of rain
Scraped off the lullabies I sung to them

The walls had me in conversation
They remember who I was

How you left
And how I behaved like you did

How you left your medication
How sleep never found me again