Mariama. Mechanical Engineering major, leader, and image creator based in NYC.

You will never catch me saying who bae is, who I’m talking to, where I’m at financially, or where I’m at emotionally. The most you will know is if I’m alive and healthy. Everything else is private. The way it should be. Or maybe I’m wrong? But then again its 2014 and the way people get their daily vitamins and minerals is by feeding off of others lives.

Some people just feel the need to tell social media everything. If I know where you’re at mentally, emotionally and physically by your social media, you’re saying too much. People shouldn’t know about you by what you post. They should wonder where you’re at mentally by personally asking you. Never say too much. Nobody seems to understand that concept. .

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femme-ex-machina:

5/5/14

Wow. I love this so much.

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Tonight I listened to a voicemail you left me three months ago.
In it, you told me to go fuck myself.
I still remember that night.
I still remember those words rolling off your tongue so gracefully.
I remember wondering how someone so beautiful could be so cruel.

Two months ago I called you at three A.M.
I expected you to ignore it, or to send me to voicemail;
those were two of the things you were best at.
You answered and I felt my heart begin to race;
you probably thought it was because I missed you,
but truthfully it was because I didn’t expect you to answer,
and because I really had to pee.
I asked you how you were and you sat there quietly and confused.
It was like you forgot that I existed and that I was once a part of your life.
You told me “fine” and I smiled.
That was the last conversation we had.
I made sure to let go of you, and every negative word that was said, in a peaceful way.

Fast forward two months, and I still wonder how you are.
I still wonder how your dog is and if you’ve seen any good movies lately.
If you ever heard me say this, you’d probably blush like you used to whenever I said something sweet.
You’d probably think I think these things because I still love you, that I still want you.
But that is not the case.
You see, six months ago I was jumping through hoops to please you.
To make sure that you were happy before myself.
To make sure that I was the one causing your happiness.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now.
And now I simply remember you as a person I gave my soul to.
A person I told secrets to at 4am and fucked to feel a sense of closeness.
A person I loved, yes.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now, and now I miss you.
I miss the way you called randomly just to ask how my day was.
I miss the way you seemed to care, even if you didn’t.
I miss the friendship and the secrets and the stories.
And maybe one day things will be different.
Maybe you’ll call me on a Tuesday afternoon and ask how my day was.
These are the things I think about before my eyes slowly close and I am finally rewarded with sleep.
But for right now?
Go fuck yourself.

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(via sileron-evol)

i concur on so many levels

(via blulotusrises)
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I’m such a romantic its pathetic. I was born in the wrong era man. Women these days don’t like that shit anymore.

yagazieemezi:

Nadine Ijewere is a photographer out of London with an amazing talent for portraiture and fashion photography. She creates  beautiful environments for her work using from floral and cultural influences. I love it all.

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