To all of you people out there who are afraid to express your feelings to the person you like: I advise you to go tell them. let them know how you feel. the worst thing that can happen is that your feelings won’t be reciprocated. then what? you can move on and know that you are brave and strong and have the guts that most people don’t have to express how you feel. this goes along with anything. if you miss someone, let them know. if you want to spend more time with someone, say it straight to their face. don’t keep those thoughts bottled up, left to eat away at your brain because they will. they will make you feel more alone than you have ever felt. One thing I’ve learned throughout my days of life is that communication is key. Everything is questionable and confusing until you communicate. Yes, it’s a risk and yes, it’s extremely scary to feel vulnerable by telling someone you care about them, but why should that be a bad thing? It’s not weak to show you care and it’s not the end of the world if you do get hurt. I feel like I have been brought up feeling like I’ve had to hide how I’ve felt, in fear of guys I’ve liked not feeling the same way. In reality, why should we all be playing this guessing game with the opposite sex when it could be so simple? life is way too short to leave words left unsaid. you will constantly keep guessing and never know what could have been if you simply do not try. something might end up working out so perfectly, if only you would have had the guts to say how you have been feeling. always remember that.
Critics generally don’t associate Black people with ideas. They see marginal people; they see just another story about Black folks. They regard the whole thing as sociologically interesting perhaps, but very parochial. There’s a notion out in the land that there are human beings one writes about, and then there are Black people or Indians or some other marginal group. If you write about the world from that point of view, somehow it is considered lesser. We are people, not aliens. We live, we love, and we die. Toni Morrison (via blackcontemporaryart)
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