"Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think."

"while other girls put roses in their hair,
i was told to wrap thorns around my neck.
delicacy was reserved for the ivory,
brutality served to brown beauties."

flower child   (via hinduthug)

(Source: brownpeopleproblems, via i-sound-crazy)