She reaches her arm over from her side of the bed, to the side she had thought was fulfilled by another warm body. As her arm slowly hits the soft mattress, she wakes up to find herself alone on the bed. She lifts up her head and glances around the room in hope that he had not left in the middle of the night and had stayed along side her through it all. As it slowly starts to settle in, she accepts the fact that he is no longer in the room. Effortlessly, she dragged her worthless body out of bed and slumped towards the door. As she turned the door knob, she took step after step into the hallway, walking in the direction of the bathroom. As she places her hand on the cold lifeless door handle, she stands still and looks down the long hallway. She can hear faint rumbles and scuffling. She nervously begins her journey, slow and steady, in the direction of the kitchen down the long hall way. As she inches closer, she places her hand up against the corner and peaks her head slowly in view of the kitchen. There he was. Shirtless. Pant less. Pan in one hand, plate of food in the other. She could begin to smell the freshly cooked sausages, the toasted wheat bread, as it popped out of the toaster. The warm-fresh scent of home. Blueberry pancakes, maple syrup. Muffins, with a glass of milk. Her eyes open widely, she had never seen anything like this. He turned around and seeing her peaking behind the wall, he smiled at her, with his purely white teeth. His dimples arising through his cheeks. “I was going to bring you breakfast in bed, but it looks like you got impatient huh.” He chuckled. She had no idea what to say. She couldn’t decide what was better. The fact that he made her breakfast, or the fact that he stayed the whole night even after having a night full of long sex sessions. “You going to come eat?” He said. He got up and walked towards her. He grabbed her hand, kissed her cheek, and sat her down. “I’m not like everyone else, I won’t leave you.”
-10:10pm / via sighingsociety
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Halle Barry in Swordfish
Halle Berry agreed to the topless scene - ostensibly for an extra fee of 500,000 dollars - because she wanted to overcome her fear of doing nude scenes. This was on top of her initial fee of two million dollars.
✊🏽💯💪🏽 THANK YOU @goddessjaz for your on point commentary (read ⬇) and this collection of thoughts (swipe ⬅)! #MOOD#ImTired#IAmNotYourNegro#IAmNotYourMule#LetItSinkIn#TrustBlackWomen#WhoApprovedTHATAd
Repost from @goddessjaz >>>> This is pretty much the theme of my week (or perhaps my social justice life thus far). I’m not sure how much more proof these funders and orgs need to see that investing in Black folks especially Black women is the way to win. We come out and vote (often halfheartedly) because our lives depend on it even when the DNC, DCCC and “progressive” spaces treat us as afterthoughts and political pawns. Black women are not America’s martyrs and saviors. It feels good to be “right” (again) but this is a dangerous and exhausting narrative. We are out here trying to save ourselves, our communities and families. We are not your superwomen to call on when it’s clear that too many white folks are deeply invested in upholding white supremacy and patriarchy. Or when you realize your strategies to reach uninterested white folks don’t work. It’s time for “progressive” spaces to ante up in real ways — gratitude is nice but show us the money and respect. #wcw#sickandtiredofbeingsickandtired#alabama#whitesupremacyiscrumbling#fuckyoupayme#showmethemoney#trustblackwomen#TraScapades#ArtIsAWeapon