ryan and aaron are twins I babysit occasionally. they live across the street with their older brother Cameron and their mom and dad Claudia and Mike. I have another much more adorablephoto of them, that I have lost on my harddrive.
The Jones Children, Cameron 14, Kendall 11, Olivia 7
Kevin and Schonay Jones, Morehouse and Spelman couple. QPsiPhi.
Joenathan, late. James Patrick Grayson Logan III is our first cousin, and son of Theodora, my moms only sister, and a few years her senior. Auntie Dora, Aunt Tee is my favorite aunt, taught me to sew, came to PUNCH, lala, Kirsten is Leila’s mom, a nurse, and I think her and JP r gonna get married? They’ve been together seven years noww
RIP Mr. Preston. His crib is an old and stinky ranch style, but quite spacious. This is where my mother and brother and I slept, because Aunt Dean’s sister Levinia was supposed to stay in her guest room. It gave my brother the willies to stay in a dead man’s house. Nelson and Willodean keep it clean, dust and stuff, use the big screen TV. Mr. Preston’s nephew and his wife come down from New York and use it as their summer home. They are slowly updating the place, but the smell was awful.
see my brother’s feet? he’s sitting on a nice leather sofa
see what I was saying? old school. musty like a vintage consignment shop
natural light. I was nervy that the neighbors would be like wtf is in Mr prestons house?
Dean and Nelson stocked the fridge with snacks. Yess
all about you
just a silly love song
this half of the house
jon and I could not sleep in mom’s room, she snores too much!
This is Uncle Nelson and Aunt Dean’s House. He owns Malden Bros. Barber Shop and cut Reverend MLK Jr. hair whenever he was home in Montgomery. Nelson is my mom’s father’s brother. He is one of seven sons, Isadore, Spudgeon, Ervin, Stephen, Alvin, and Cleveland, my mother’s father. She was supposed to be a boy.
pansies! The garage houses an ‘65 baby blue Volkswagen Beetle. cost $1,500.
crab grass. No building codes in 1935, or whenever they bought this lot.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your…
You love to have very serious discussions about important issues well into the night. You rebuild the world the way you’d like to see it with your friends. But now you start yawning around ten and are in bed within the hour. This is true today, too. Are you tired or do you need to be alone to think about things?
I find them on subways reading books I have on my list of Books To Read. I find them at bars dancing more enthusiastically than anyone else; even if they can’t really dance. I find them in line at the grocery store on a Friday night buying cookie dough, milk and that’s it….
please please please know how much, the exact amount, of attention you require. Be precise about what you want, and say specifically and explicitly how you want it. This is all you will receive in return.
“More African American men are in prison or jail, on probation or parole than were enslaved in 1850, before the Civil War began,” Michelle Alexander told a standing room only house at the Pasadena Main Library this past Wednesday, the first of many jarring points she made in a riveting presentation. ” - LA Progressive
“Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can’t, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.”—Robert Frost (via 500daysofkissingmypillow) (via quote-book
“When you are feeling a well-being, euphoria; remember it.
When you are in misery, in anguish, remember it
In all climates, in all moods — go on remembering it. Soon you will be able to remain centered in it, there will be no need to remember.
And that is the greatest day in one’s life. ”—Osho (via light-essence)
“The primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation but thought about it. Be aware of the thoughts you are thinking. Separate them from the situation, which is always neutral. It is as it is.”—Eckhart Tolle (via subconsciousexperience)