AfroAmerican

Christiana. 26. SoCal. Girls.

[understands]

[impulsivelyliving]

[dribbblepopular]

[proakela-deactivated20190415]

[goodreadss]

“Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.”

— Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

[ohnoitscrispy]

Lemme be your nite lite

[ohnoitscrispy]

Lemme be your nite lite

[ohnoitscrispy]

I want attention

[nawaffs-deactivated20200221]

You’re not too sensitive. you’re not overreacting. if it hurts you, it hurts you

[canineflesh]

no offense but the cutest thing to me is random little kisses like not even, on the lips just, when someone kisses you on the temple or like?? the top of your head or anywhere honestly its just rlly cute and I’m suffering

[itseasytoremember]

me: i wanna swim in a natural pond or lake, i want to walk in and see the moss and the trees and the little fish and just be one with nature

also me: hUHEDN SomNETH sloPRY TOUHCY MEy LEG

[siickangel]

[thegoodplacefans]

Manny Jacinto photographed by Sela Shiloni (2018)

[misshoneywheeler]

[eroticmoss]

[iamhannalashay]

There’s something so pure about someone who’s excited to be around you. Like yes tell me you want to see me, tell me when exactly you want see me, tell me you want to kiss me, tell me you miss me, tell me you’re looking forward to next time we meet. Vocalize

[tickatocka]

i aspire to be one of those people who are known for always smelling good and treating people kindly

[blossomfully]

“It’ll be weird seeing her again. It’ll be like revisiting a memory that you thought you’d forgotten. Her hair will be longer, or shorter, her hair will have changed; hair always does. Her eyes will be the same. Hearing her voice will be like going back to the place you used to live and noticing the new curtains. Being close to her will be strange. She’ll say something like, “you look well,” and you’ll reply with a, “thanks, you too.” And it’ll feel like death, like an iron fist around your heart. And then she’ll point to your shirt and say, “is that new?” and you won’t have the heart to say you bought it seven months ago after she left, so instead you say, “I haven’t worn it around you before.” When she emits a small laugh you’ll feel the tiniest ounce of pride. She still finds you funny. When she’s telling you about her new life you’ll find your mind wandering into places you didn’t think mattered anymore. Places like, was she in love now and was she being treated well? Places like, did she ever miss you, and in and amongst all of her living did she ever consider coming back?”

— Sue Zhao