raysymone
so, before I go
making skyscraper out of you,
I’m gonna make
monument out of me. mister,
before I go rearranging the space
between heart and belly to house you
in the softest parts of me;
before I go building you an empire
of all the life that grows underneath,
I’m gonna hug my knees to my chest
and kiss them an apology
for every night I bent them, in prayer,
asking God why my lips and my
thighs and my hair are so big.
why my legs are so short and my voice
so loud. why my hands are so small
and my heart so big.

Sasha Banks, “Hey Mister,” published in Alight (via nps2013)

Woke up to find this on Instagram. o_O

(via nothingrhymeswithsasha)

raysymone
He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.
this is really important (via dirtyberd)