My Mind's Eye Perspective

I'm Khethiwe Blueflowērchïld, some call me a hippie but you can call me Blue. I'm 20 I am a feminist and Afrikanist. I was Born of the Sea and my name means The Chosen One. I love art, drinking wine often and listening to music. I write and I cook. I'm highly sensitive and enjoy solitude almost as much as I enjoy traveling with others. Please excuse my mind, its a mess.
Children of the Soil 🌰💧🌱
#waterwithlove #handlewithcare #Godsmiracles

#Menalin

destielfricklefrackle:

have you ever had to restart a song because you spaced out and weren’t appreciating it enough

(Source: you-do-you-boo-boo, via l-eedle)


I call myself a feminist when people ask if I am, and of course I am ‘cause it’s about equality, so I hope everyone is. You know you live in a patriarchal society when the word feminist has a weird connotation.
- Ellen Page (via perks-of-being-a-feminist)

(via thickyonce)


I have no words I’m busy sitting here. I hope and pray their energy is transferred safely and they are happy wherever they go.


do-not-touch-my-food:

Greek Chicken Souvlaki and Rice Pilaf Plates with Marinated Veggies and Feta Tzatziki
You can hate women without saying you hate women, just like someone can be racist without saying it.
- Strolling Series by Cecil Emeke. (via oshlife)

(Source: oshpeace, via wherethecloudsgather)


sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. as lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. you just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. you meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. i don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
- roundtop (via bl-ossomed)

(via youre1inamillion)


Real talk

kissnecks:

boredandmoist:

This time last year I was unemployed, broke, and suicidal.

Today, I just got the keys to my first house.

Give it time.

every time I see this, I reblog it.

(via a-messy-evolution)


Someone jumped off the highest building of the university campus. That’s the second person in less than two months. And all people on campus can say is how selfish that person is for jumping. I don’t even know how to feel. All I keep thinking is, “what is happening to us, why are we so broken?”



portraits-of-america:

        “Everyone my age is so keen on having friends, relationships, and being in love, but I’m OK with being single. I’m not really ready to be in a relationship and give my full attention to someone—I don’t even know how to give that to myself. Before I can even think about committing to someone else and their problems, I want to fully commit to myself. Now is the time to get to know myself and what I deserve: I need to be selfish now, so I can be selfless later.”

State College, PA