today i am going to rage/sad-clean my apartment. i am going to cook food for people i love. i am going to tend gently to the kinks in my hair. i am going to pour my heart into making the world immediately around me feel hospitable because the world beyond these four walls is waging a war against black bodies.
“She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It’s good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.”—Toni Morrison, Beloved (via nezua)