“Brown girls are not band aids for your pain.”

Love is more thicker than forget.

Of all the things I had to endure, you were my favorite obstacle.

All I have are the memories and all they do is haunt me.

Nothing worth keeping has ever wanted me back.

Are you native to the land you are spilling blood on?

My love language is saying no and having them listen to me.

Sometimes the thing that destroys you also kisses you on the forehead.

If home is where the heart is, then I don’t know where to go.

As you buy tampons you will be hit with the realization that you’re still paying in blood.

She spends an eternity as shelter for men who curse her when the storm passes.

When a black girl dies; the last thing to decompose is her heart.

Alone is the safest I have ever felt.

These hands keep a score of everything.

I poured myself from an empty cup but you weren’t even thirsty.

I am just a bunch of bad decisions glued together.

You look most like your father when you smile. It’s your ultimate betrayal.

We must all suffer one of two things: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret.

Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory. There’s no chance at all of recovery. You’ll just exist as an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever, lost.  

Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.

It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.

Wisdom comes through suffering. Trouble, with its memories of pain.

Love hurts. There is nothing as painful as heartbreak. But in order to learn to love again you must learn to trust again.

My lips never know my problem they just always smile