I’ll stop wearing black when they invent a darker color. 

I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize you without your Instagram filter. 

You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.

(Source: larmoyante, via blackgirlsrpretty2)

People are not written in Braille. You don’t have to touch them to know them.