Ever told a person that they’re overthinking it? Well what if they’re just feelin it?

Never be lazy about your feelings. If you feel them, then explore them! Try and tuck them away if you want to & They’ll be your worse nightmares… So what’s more frightening – the conditional fright of facing and feeling what you’re uncertain of or disabling yourself into emotional paralysis, where you force yourself to feel nothing at all? …. I am sensationally passionate and sometimes hypersensitive, but that’s how I know I’m alive. I might overthink something but I’ll never “over feel” because There’s no such thing. My feelings are uncapped and what I feel is valid. This is a superpower and “in my feelings” is honestly the best place for me to be! Just my thoughts.

“In my feelings”


An Open Letter of Love to Black Students: #BlackLivesMatter

Black Space

IMG_5465 Black students and professors, Beaumont Tower, Michigan State University, December 6, 2014. photo by Darryl Quinton Evans

We are Black professors.

We are daughters, sons, brothers, sisters, cousins, nieces, nephews, godchildren, grandfathers, grandmothers, fathers, and mothers.

We’re writing to tell you we see you and hear you.

We know the stories of dolls hanging by nooses, nigger written on dry erase boards and walls, stories of nigger said casually at parties by White students too drunk to know their own names but who know their place well enough to know nothing will happen if they call you out your name, stories of nigger said stone sober, stories of them calling you nigger using every other word except what they really mean to call you, stories of you having to explain your experience in classrooms—your language, your dress, your hair, your music, your skin—yourself, of you having to fight for all…

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