Beauty makes sense to me, has weight for me, only when it falls from grace. It starts to matter when it carries damage. Sorrow allows it to cast a shadow. It becomes three-dimensional. It enters our world.
Adia. Twentysomething. Mulatta. Pagan. Vegan. Little girl at heart.
That’s really very sweet of you to say. :-) Thank you!
please stop calling Black children who have different interests and tastes white
it’s damaging and alienating