Considering it took 17 years for me to kiss a completely black boy, I find that i have a great appreciation for boys of any ethnicity with naturally tan skin.

I walked around at night in Autumn, and I wasn't upset; I actually felt good. "Well, I guess this is growing up."

"i feel like we're like 'how harry met sally'"

he said it, not me.

I'm always so preoccupied about the future that i can never really enjoy the present.

My little brother just said: "I'm too nervous to sleep." I pray he doesn't turn out like me.

This probably isn't true:


This'll probably be true:


This made me cry:

Everytime I see a black girl with a white boy I want to applaud them both.