look around, look around
at how lucky we are to be alive right now.
at the same time as “black lives matter” and all these other social movements for people of colour, led by people of colour, and not even that, but relatively young people of colour.
we are putting ourselves back in the narrative. history has its eyes on us.
The sun isn’t bright just because I say it is. It just is. It was bright before I even knew the word for bright. I didn’t decide what it is, I acknowledged what it is.
You aren’t worth something just because I say you are. You just are. You were worth something before I even said anything. I didn’t decide that you are, I acknowledged that you are.
This is what I mean when I say “You are worth it.”
This is great.
I have no words.
Café quente.
Tempo frio.
Chuva.
Saudade.
Orquestrando (via nevoador)










