I want to forget everything you told me. I want to wash away how uncertain you made me. How scared I was of losing you. How I lost you anyway. I don’t want to know how your hands feel or what makes you smile. I don’t want to see you in photos, familiar like a dream I had once or a book I never finished. I don’t want to speak about you in snippets or think about how I behaved. Or know that I still think about it. Or know that you’re not just a lamp or a blade of grass, indistinguishable from the rest.
Learn to say ‘no’ without explaining yourself.
|—||Unknown (via lullabysounds)|
White People: - “Black people are always pulling the race card!”
Are you serious?
those nerds in high school who ran like this