“She is gonna die when she’s, like, ninety. Old and warm in her bed. She’s not gonna die today. Today she’s gonna be fine.”
“She is gonna die when she’s, like, ninety. Old and warm in her bed. She’s not gonna die today. Today she’s gonna be fine.”
Black love is making sure your queen never falls asleep without her bonnet on or without a silk pillowcase.
I reblog everytime, so beautiful. Mr. Marley’s daughter.
lovely
perfect.
Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love.
this is the realist shit I’ve ever read
