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every girl deserves to be treated like a princess

@marolynmonroefan2020

a blog with quotes,outfit ideas and diys for teenage girls

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You know what I just want somebody who's gonna treat me right and make me laugh and cuddle with me on cold winter nights. I want somebody who likes me for me and not the way I look. I want somebody who will go to water parks with and who'll share a funnel cake with me hopefully 2016 will bring me someone

What’s the average black girl? Is it the girl who smacks her gum? Or is it the girl who gives a bad attitude, whose voice is louder than a drum? Is it the girls who roll their necks, or the girls with fake hair?  Or is it the girl who’s judged and joked on, even when no ones there? Is it the girl you call ‘ghetto’ because she was raised in the poor hood? Or is it the girl who’s angry all the time, whose reputation is never good? You tell me to bleach my skin, to look pretty & light. You make me do impossible things with my hair, so it matches the hair of the girl who’s white. You tell me ‘You talk so white because you talk so smart!’ Correction. It’s ‘speak’. I ‘speak smartly’, but I still, to this day, take that phrase to heart. You say ‘You’re not ugly, you’re pretty for a girl who’s black!’ But how can I be pretty to you if it’s my race that you attack? Black girls ask why boys deny them because of their skin. But I tell them, you’re beautiful, you’re melanin.  Your skin, so smooth and sweet like chocolate melted in the sun. Or so lightly brown, like a sweet toasted cinnamon bun. And for the dark girls, whose skin matches a sweet plum; your beauty is something to indulge and get drunk on, like a sweet dark rum. To the black girls who weren’t born ‘girls’, you get just as much praise and love. Let no one diminish you, damn the insults from those who you soar above. To the black girls who like other girls, you are blessed. Let no one tell you worry you, or get you stressed.  And to all the black girls, who sit and read this: If anyone tells you you’re not perfect, tell them to kiss your ass and drink piss

My rendition of “The Average Black Girl” by Ernestine Johnson (via chanel-and-cream)

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what if tattoos just randomly appeared on our skin at key points in our lives and we had to figure out what they meant for ourselves