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.
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(Source: larmoyante, via blackgirlsrpretty2)


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