When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
'if lesbians use dildos why don't they just have sex with a man?'
'if straight men like fucking women in the ass why don't they just fuck men?'
Finally, a brilliant response to a dumb question.
I am a very private person, yet I am an open book.
If you don’t ask…I won’t tell.
whenever somebody says like “so what did you do today?” just look off into the distance and say “the right thing”
Then stare right into their eyes and say, “I hope”
do u ever turn the volume on your music up until u reach the perfect level of ah yes i cannot hear anything else and it feels like a big warm hug
Beyoncé’s full performance at the 2014 VMA’s
Because some of y’all missed it and/or need ya blessins one mo time
Bless that one person in every group that is like “keep going, I’m listening” and encourages you to finish your story even when everyone else is talking over you.
This is me always
I’ve never seen any life transformation that didn’t begin with the person in question finally getting tired of their own bullshit.
I’m used to it
The realest people don’t have a lot of friends.
I swear if you held me one last time I’d crumble in the weight of your hands.