each one of these represents my life in one way or another
Wtf is wrong with white people
Sit in the center of a library. Somewhere where you can see people. Don’t read a book; read the people around you. See the little girl working on her math homework, the teenage boy bobbing his head to the song he is listening to, the girl across from him who cannot stop staring at him, the men with ties too tight looking at long lists of numbers, the girl hiding behind a pile of books, and the women ripping her paper in half. Somehow I now realize every person is a book with a unique story to tell.
son… it’s about time we had a little chat about sex.. well i actually need a few tips, your mother is unsatisfied.. wait where are you going…
Don’t marry a man unless you would be proud to have a son exactly like him.