But what of black women? … I most sincerely doubt if any other race of women could have brought its fineness up through so devilish a fire.
W.E.B. Dubois (via blackguysloveblackgirls)
instant reblog for TRUTH(via ancestryinprogress)
Mother to Son
by Langston Hughes
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So, boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps.
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
Image via EVERY THANG BLACK.
“Black women have always been friends. I mean, if you didn’t have each other you had nothing.”
*weeps at the perfection of this photo*
They’re flirting telepathically.
This will forever be my favorite gif/pic of them.
She just whispered some really dirty shit straight into his cortex.
aw this is too cute