#LEMONADE



Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe...

If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room would you trust it?...

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Regression To The Mean.

We Prada You Nada....

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

They say the darker the berry the sweeter the juice but I say the darker the skin the deeper the roots.

IM BLACK AND IM PROUD HOE!!!!!!!!