If she doesn’t scare the hell out of you a little, she’s not the one.
— (via aintitjessjess)
I remember in year 2 there was a girl who had literally never had a haircut so her hair was ridiculously long [imagine Rapunzel basically] and she always complained about it but her mum wouldn’t let her get it cut
So one day at recess she put an entire pack of chewed gum in her hair at the exact length she wanted it cut to.
She came in the next day with her hair cut how she wanted it and a smug grin on her face and I knew that that girl was going places.
She loves her coconut oil, shea butter, black soap, olive oil, natural hair, saggy clothes, long dresses, hair wraps, twist outs, lemon water, green tea, grapes, sunflowers, friends, family, and future.
What’s a label? She doesn’t have one
A carefree black girl (via thedappledsky)
man i love this more than anything
I went into the Laundromat to wash my sheets and rugs. The lady who cleans the space came in and ate her soup. She spoke to me for hours about her 16 year old daughter who is going through a rebellious stage. She told me that I seemed like an alright kid and that she hopes her daughter turns out like me. She wanted to see my prom pictures I showed her. I went to the movies by myself. The man who handled my money made me late because he was in disbelief that I was going into a theatre alone. I wanted to snatch my ticket away from him. I didn’t.
I went to a party. I drove to the city at 1am. Chicago is beautiful at night. Lana del Rey can make any adventure melancholy. A boy wants to take me on a date, I agreed. I want to cancel but i can’t. He called me everyday since I met him. I’m cold to him because he’s going back to college in August; I can’t get attached. There are four boys texting me at once. I don’t feel guilty. The boy I love is having a baby with his girlfriend. They’ve been together for a while. I wonder if she knows he calls me when he’s drunk saying that he “thinks of me often”. I’m a virgin but I only think of fucking him. I always think of fucking him.
The boy that lives in the neighborhood across the street says I’m like a robot and I don’t show my emotions. He says I need to learn to trust people. He’s right. I hung out with my best friend from grade school. My neighbor offered me molly, I said no but I wanted to say yes.
Source: SoundCloud / Cavalier Beats ☆