I'm your typical bag lady. Your typical weirdo. The hippie chick. The one you call Oreo. The one who reads. You know the ones who carries around her life in her oversize purse trying to save the world before saving her self.
One day you’re going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance. She won’t even notice you because she’s too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing that you’re not the reason anymore. And then it will finally hit you: it was her, it was always her.
"Black children, especially girls, need to be told that they are important. It isn’t something they just assume. The racial bias is simply out in the ether."
In this post, the white mother of a biracial 5-year-old was surprised to hear her daughter say that black barbie was “less important.”
Worth remembering that not all children grow up with an inherent sense of self-worth that is continually reinforced by TV, movies, books, etc.
I’m a mess. I’m fragile.
I’m a flower that got stepped on and lost a few of it’s petals.
But if you’ll have me, the patience to water me, pull away my weeds, and shed on me the warmth of the sun, I’ll bloom for you.
Be my sun.
God giving you another chance after you say the wrong thing to African-American moms. African American Proverb: Black Parent Edition (via blackproverbs)
" i want a 6’3 boy "
bitch you need a job
have a seat
men have preferences out the ass
"i want a girl with big boobs, thick thighs, a big ass, a tiny waist, long hair, no makeup, preferably a mix a mix between beyonce and a kardashian"
a woman has a preference, yet suddenly she’s an unemployed bitch
fuck outta here with this bullshit this post is trash