That’s interesting. My longest relationship (5yrs) was with a white guy. Don’t think I’m some self hating black women that doesn’t date her own “kind”. If I like someone it doesn’t matter what color or shape they come in.
On the eve of Karolina’s 24th birthday, I truly begin to realize the depth of our friendship. She has been the only friend to truly know my heart. “Know your heart?” you might ask. Well that’s an easy question to answer.
Karolina loved hard..harder than anyone ive ever known. This was her glory and ultimately her curse. Because she gave so much and never got her feelings reciprocated (not on that level at least) .She knew this. I knew this. Anyway back to the point - she understood how I loved because we loved the same. I wouldn’t say a word and every emotion I ever felt would come rolling out if her mouth; explaining (in detail) what I was going through. I just wish i could talk to her now. I miss my kindred spirit. Rest sweetly, my dear.
My love is taller…taller than The Empire State
It dives and it jumps and it ripples like the deepest ocean…
|—||Sade (via jadalyric)|
How relationships work:
I like your butt.
However, I can notice other butts. They can be nice too.
But your butt is my favourite butt. It’s the nicest butt. Because it’s mine. And I can touch it.
my bf needs to see this post
Architecture and Morality (2004)
Oil on prepared wooden panel | 140 x 98 cm.
by Glenn Brown
Girls who read are messy.
I’ve been told we have a tendency
to remember every detail about everyone we’ve ever met.
We can’t forget
I will see you on the street
eight years from now
and I will remember the way I felt when you kissed me