We not doing that BS no more.

#SundaySermon 👇🏽

Live in peace, rest in peace. Otherwise those eulogies get addendums.

News of the Day: ONE more assignment to turn in and then that’s a wrap for PSY708: HUMAN SEXUALITY! 🎉 Also, today marks the day that I have EXACTLY 6 MONTHS LEFT IN MY 40’s! (Can’t you tell 😎) That’s all. Be easy out there! Byyyeeeee…

The neighbor you time your exits to avoid, is the neighbor you’ll run into every time. It’s Universal Law.

I wrote a love letter last night.

If inconvenience feels like violence/a personal attack, I believe there are still flights available to the Caucasus Mountains.

You’ve been home alone. You’ve dropped something good on the floor. You’ve eaten it. Don’t argue with me.

Volunteering at the community garden on Saturdays brings me the BEST little partners in perlite crime. 🌱

Radical gratitude for every moment behind me and every moment before me.

Burning cloves. Eating cloves. Hiding cloves in your pocket.

I walk out of stores if every little convenience item is locked behind glass and there’s armed security… I’d rather get things where you can walk around feeling like a human being instead of a threat.

They love trying it with slavery. You turn your back even for a second and they’re like “black people loved being bought and sold.”

Imagine the creative energy we’d have harnessed if we didn’t have to spend hundreds of yrs fighting the same ol’ bereft insanity of white people. I see activists get free and while celebrating, get very angry that we aren’t off boosting our innovations, but have to waste time on their bullshit.

Say Good Morning to my baby boy, Rafiki. 🔆

Help me migrate over to blacksky please… 🙋🏽‍♀️

The safari company put these two sentences together without irony.

Norman + Terry = Noree (Phonetically it means “my light” or “luminous” in Arabic) Not a week goes by where someone on this earth doesn’t comment on my light, and I’m grateful for that synchronicity. ✨

Sunshine. The market that makes my veggie masala and puts it aside. My lil ol’ seamstress who has my picture up in her shop. Community love makes me happy.

Not to pile on, but every 'c' in 'Pacific Ocean' is pronounced differently.

I don’t know if I’ve ever truly taken to social media past MySpace and the first days of twitter when D-Nice and Heavy D logged on to say “what are we supposed to do here?” and we laughed at the word ‘tweet’ & D-Nice saying “what’s up tweeple?” I still wonder what are we supposed to do here lol.

Finishing a good book feels like saying goodbye to a friend who came through for a long visit and you’re sad to see them go. But you’ll have the visit in your memory forever…

Peace vs. Liberation.

Trickster. Teacher. Chaos. Clay. -Octavia E. Butler

It was Monchichi’s when I was little.

A basic gray comforter I bought online in 2020 for $39 is $64.99 now. I refuse to buy anything I don’t need from anyone. None of this is sustainable.

Yep!

We screened again tonight. 🎬✨

Don’t leave my kettle bells on the floor.

Must slow down. Last night I ripped my month-old helix piercing out by mistake. Tonight, I pumped a hefty amount of castile soap (right next to the avocado oil pump that I use for makeup removal) and scrubbed it firmly into my eyes. My entire head stings.

Community is king and queen.

A lot of people need to hear this

I’m experiencing this thing… Immediately after I press submit on a paper, a writing, a draft, I get this intense high feeling. My body chemistry is altered in real time. Sometimes I get so “light on my feet” I have to lie on the floor for a beat. It triggers physical euphoria.

My dad wrote on one of my posts that I'm forever partying — like I don't have his red leather short set in my possession that he wore to the club in the 80's... 🫵🏽 (I'm not though. I'm just the first of his kids to enjoy life so much, and I love being out under the sun...)

I put a lot of light and good energy out into the world today.

I’ve got this free water called Liquid Death and the hoodoo in my blood won’t let me drink it.

May time be as kind to your body, spirit, and mind…

Malcolm-Jamal Warner comes from a generation of Black actors that shaped my childhood, teen years and young adult years in ways that is hard to put into words. When they pass, it seems unfathomable.

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Simply Wholesome… Black owned grocery story in L.A.

I don’t care what the topic is. I never want to know what DJ Vlad thinks about anything.

Dawg I am so sick of seeing white ppl scream variations of “is this who we are” and “this is not the country we know”. SICK OF IT.

About an hour ago! I do 25-50 jumps every day for my bonesssss.

Woke up from a dream where I was watching the Power Ranger’s last fight. And they signed off with, “For those that can smell color and taste texture. Good night.”

Don’t do drugs or drink yet feel incredibly high at times. Like HIGH high. Feels like some kind of rogue superpower.