Cree Sayings And Quotes

You must know where you came from yesterday, know where you are today, to know where you're going tomorrow." -Cree saying

That’s all her and Cree ass did. They gone fuck around and her ass gonna be pregnant again. He did say he wanted to keep her barefoot and pregnant because he loved seeing his wife pregnant with his babies. Nigga take a picture and keep looking at that shit, cause who the fuck wanna be pregnant every damn year.

-¿Y qué crees tú que ha hecho? -no me importa lo que haya hecho, y a ti tampoco debería importarte. Vamos. Volvamos con Aria. Va por ahí. -Ya sé por donde ha ido. Rugido le dio una palmada fuerte en el hombro. -Sólo quería asegurarme de que te habías fijado.

Comanche Heart Quotes Read My rating: 1 of 5 stars2 of 5 stars3 of 5 stars[ 4 of 5 stars ]5 of 5 stars Comanche Heart (Comanche, #2)Comanche Heart by Catherine Anderson 4,139 ratings, 4.05 average rating, 326 reviews Open Preview Comanche Heart Quotes Showing 1-8 of 8 “Do you think courage means being fearless? Or daring? Courage, real courage, is taking three steps when it terrifies you.” ― Catherine Anderson, Comanche Heart tags: courage, fear, fearless, inspirational29 likesLike Goodreads recommends Questions about Goodreads? Questions about Goodreads? Visit our Help section to find the answers you’re looking for, or let us know about your ideas to improve Goodreads. Learn More “Ask me to cut off my right arm for you, and I'll do it. Ask me to lay down my life for you, and I'll do it. But Please don't ask me to give you up now that I've found you again. Don't ask that, Amy” ― catherine anderson, Comanche Heart 20 likesLike “That's an L, as in love, and I love you more than I'll ever be able to tell you with words. I want to tell you in other ways. In the way I kiss you. In the way I touch you. In the way I hold you. Won't you let me say it my way, just once? - Swift to Amy” ― Catherine Anderson, Comanche Heart 17 likesLike “The sadness in your heart is a yesterday you can no longer see, so put it behind you and walk always forward. Swift Antelope to Amy” ― Catherine Anderson, Comanche Heart tags: forgetting-the-past, the-past-looking-to-the-future10 likesLike “A man whose yesterdays rest on his horizon travels forward into his past. The result is that he goes a very long way to nowhere.” ― Catherine Anderson, Comanche Heart 10 likesLike “¿Crees que ser valiente significa no tener miedo? ¿O atreverse? El coraje, en realidad, significa dar tres pasos cuando eso te aterra” ― Catherine Anderson, Corazón comanche 7 likesLike “This was how God had intended it to be. A precious gift. A sacred oneness. I love you. He said the words in the way he held her, his rock hard arms so gentle they felt like air around her. I love you. His hands told her-not merely touching her, but worshiping her.” ― Catherine Anderson, Comanche Heart 5 likesLike “I know, but this one is important.” He cupped his hand to her chin and looked deep into her eyes. “When you lie down tonight and close your eyes to fall asleep, take me with you. If the nightmares come, dream that I’m there.” He pressed his cheek to hers. She felt wetness touch her skin. “Don’t face them alone anymore.

my okcupid username was nakinisowin which in cree means: resistance means: not white means: love don’t live here means: ask me what my “ethnicity” is and say that’s interesting when i tell you i’m native that i am the monster in the closet your bedtime stories prepared you for you want a man whose body doesn’t whisper horror stories each time you touch him a man whose nightmares are about dying because he doesn’t already know what that feels like but then i messaged mrB0B because his skin was brown like the water that drags itself through my reserve pleading: drink me i need you i promise and his profile was a eulogy of sorts he was still in mourning refusing to let go of a body which never belonged to him in the first place i said: hey to which he responded: be careful i am still healing from the white men who told me they loved me and my cree is broken like my body is and i don’t know how to tell the difference between love and trauma but i could try for you a native like me which is to say that to be native and queer is to sometimes forget how to love yourself because no one else wants to is to bandage the wounds with strangers you met an hour ago and count the number of times they baptize you with words like beautiful and handsome and sexy because sex is the only ceremony you have time for these days but this was different because time stops and is made anew when two native boys find each other’s bodies and write poems about it afterwards because each kiss was an act of defiance a kind of nation-building effort our bodies were protesting dancing in a circle to the beat of a different drum that was also a world in and of itself