June 28, 2014
Rose and pistachio oat cookies 😍 #food52

Rose and pistachio oat cookies 😍 #food52

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June 22, 2014
Wandering

Wandering

June 21, 2014
Wandering

Wandering

June 21, 2014
Co-ord loving #coord #asosreclaimed #recycledfabric (at Vejer de la Frontera, Spain)

Co-ord loving #coord #asosreclaimed #recycledfabric (at Vejer de la Frontera, Spain)

June 12, 2014
@britishvogue there are no black women in feature at all 😑 #diversity #narrowviewofbeauty

@britishvogue there are no black women in feature at all 😑 #diversity #narrowviewofbeauty

June 7, 2014
Can’t wait until 16/08/14 πŸŒΎπŸ‘«πŸ’• #bestfriendswedding

So much love for these two. Being in love is sublime.

Can’t wait until 16/08/14 πŸŒΎπŸ‘«πŸ’• #bestfriendswedding

So much love for these two. Being in love is sublime.

June 4, 2014
Wednesday treats. #modernism #britishgreats #ilovetastingmenus (at Lyle’s)

Wednesday treats. #modernism #britishgreats #ilovetastingmenus (at Lyle’s)

June 2, 2014
How did we get here already?

How did we get here already?

(Source: athenagracee, via kvtes)

May 28, 2014
Still I rise- Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

May 25, 2014
βœŒοΈπŸ’“πŸ˜Ž

βœŒοΈπŸ’“πŸ˜Ž

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