> Day by Day
I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.
― Neil Gaiman (via pale-afternoon)

(Source: jarrodis)

6:37 pm  •  19 November 2012  •  2,796 notes

justleanna:

Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!

As someone who tends to be attracted to men outside of my race, I get extremely overjoyed when I see interracial couples. This isn’t limited to just black-white relationships. Every single interracial relationship that I see makes me incredibly happy.

It shows…

6:32 pm  •  19 November 2012  •  9 notes
Once i used to question the meaning of life. It kept me as far away from reality as i could get.
5:34 pm  •  22 October 2012
Take Notice of the Simplest Things. God Created them. Therefore, they are beautiful.
5:33 pm  •  22 October 2012
Damn. Bitches be trippin……….-_-
9:27 pm  •  9 September 2012
First Couple of Days…

The first couple of days of school were ehh… Seeing the same exact people in what felt like only a couple of weeks but in reality was three months was an anticlimactic experience. Junior year is suppose to be the hardest year of high school, and the loads of hw I had on the first day stayed true to that notion. My attitude towards the foreboding challenges i will have such as College visits, SATs and even prom is rather indifferent. I didn’t really care that i didn’t buy new school clothes nor any new school supplies, something that would be revolting to my previous middle school self. I had hoped in elementary school and middle school that i would have a boyfriend by junior year and that he’d be my highschool sweetheart and all that gushy cliched stuff. But now that i’m actually a junior… This future doesn’t seem plausible. Even if a guy was interested in me, i wouldn’t want another stressor on my life during one of the most difficult years of my “high school career”: the year that everyone and dreads and can make or break whether or not you are going to the college of your dreams. Still, i am making the assumption that i won’t meet a guy this year who’d lift me off of my feet…

9:00 pm  •  1 September 2012
I Wish

I Wish i was good at a sport.

I Wish i could be good at anything i wanted without trying.

I Wish i was a prodigy.

I Wish i had the nicest clothes

I Wish i had a better charisma

I Wish i wasn’t so influenced by others

I Wish i would stop sinning so i could be closer to Him

I Wish i could control my anger better

I Wish i was nicer

I Wish i was smarter

I Wish i had a better relationship with certain people

I Wish i was more social

I Wish i had a boyfriend, a first kiss, the ability to even casually talk to guys! >.<

I Wish everything was easier.

I Wish that i don’t have to wish

I Wish i can be happier with what i am.

I Wish….

8:43 pm  •  1 September 2012  •  2 notes
I hate those natural hair blogs that only post biracial hair textures. What about the kinky and coily hair, it’s natural too!

zebrastripesandblackdiamonds:

NATURAL HAIR IS MADE UP OF MORE THAN ONE HAIR TYPE!!!

11:24 am  •  24 August 2012  •  30 notes