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attended the best wedding, of the best love of two of the best people i know, today.

restored my faith in immeasurable ways.

i will gladly keep my peace, until i find a love that's truly favored by god (and not just...by me).

cake by althea burgett, a taste of bliss bakery

  

  

home.

(congratulations ti and reem)

xo

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i've come to realize that my photography is very much like me.

straight to the point (in a vague sort of way)...and skillfully unpolished.

  

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td bank.

she's such a lady o_0

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mornings are kinda fun in our home. 

everyday, at 7:30, my child springs up, excited for the chance to be excited all over again. she revels in the simple mundane things we adults take for granted. why, just brushing our teeth and washing our face gives way to "play" rather effortlessly. since i'm typically done my routine, well before she is done hers, i mainly just sit there watching for possible puddles forming on floor from, over-flowing, water play. 

psa: this is the day after the "trust no man" blog. so yes, those are the same underwear. 

as you can see, i slept in part of my clothes as well. mommy life. thug life. don't judge me.

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humans are cruel. 

and while i know it is virtually impossible for me to stop loving and trusting in them, in this moment i am paused. too hurt by recent moments to put faith in future ones. so many of us lie to ourselves, so deeply, about who we are, we inadvertently hurt and lie to the people around us. it's a dishonor to the people who love you. but...that's the world we live in. that's the world i do not fit it. ownership be damned. victims are in surplus. ones growth, solely focused on the outside, while soul and heart and pulse and truth and love slowly wilts away on the inside. and change? change is just a word we throw around unknowingly ignorant, to our own arrogance, of believing we are done with such. if you're not growing...you're dying. painfully slow. and dragging the people you "unknowingly" lie to down with you. it's cruel, it's hurtful and enchantingly wicked, to not seek, find, and fix our own ills, before releasing them with no regard to any soul that dares to love you.  

i love too hard...for soft efforts.

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what started as a means for toots and té to spend time together (he's the minister of music here), has become a peaceful place, and moment, i look forward to being in weekly. while i am not a fan of organized religion (for reasons), i am a fan of a fellowship. 

a far cry from the black prebytarian church i grew up in, no comparison to the "hall" i would attend with my childhood friend, and worlds away from the mega church my mother presantly attends, living water is like no other. they have an open door policy (they are extremely welcoming to same-sex families) and they have a warm way of making you feel like a long-lost relative the very first time you enter. and while it's congregation is mixed with all folks from every ethnicity, it still has some familiar "black church" staples that i adore: cardboard fans, a choir full of strong voiced brown women, and the communion, chatter and life that springs forth during church "let out". 

these are a bit blurred, but i like them. 

i tried to take them inconspicuously by putting my camera on the pulpit and pretending to talk to one of the musicians. 

unfortunately, now, the musician thinks i talk to myself. 

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