confessions of a confused nigerian girl
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Sunday, September 17, 2017
The thing is...
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i do not know how to not be this loud. how to sit back and laugh like my tongue is dipped in cherries and honey how to shut up and bite m...
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Thursday, April 20, 2017
Disappearing.
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In a bid not to become your mother, you have become the women your dad fucks to remind himself what a real human being feels like. he ha...
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Sunday, December 25, 2016
A Litany of Confessions
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Is there a word for the moment when you win an argument? when the punches have landed when you weren't even looking and how even though...
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Friday, September 30, 2016
25.
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I've been grappling with what i want to say in this post. every year i ask the current year to be kinder to me than the previous year...
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Sunday, March 27, 2016
It's 1 am in Nola and we're briefly gorgeous.
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There's an old apartment somewhere in America tucked in between a city adorned in sin and the sky's blue dress. Some nights have fo...
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Wednesday, September 30, 2015
24.
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I don't need anyone to distract me from myself anymore. I love the ones who look at me and know without a doubt that I'm in an il...
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Saturday, June 13, 2015
Opiorphin
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On that first night when we crammed all of us into your back seat and tried to rub the melanin off our skin; you traced your tongue aroun...
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