Blog: My Life In The Simplest Form





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original: https://empressrarapo.tumblr.com/post/135350584877
flyandfamousblackgirls: “There was a moment about 10 years ago when I was walking to the subway on the Upper West Side. It was the Fourth of July, and I was wearing a red, white and blue dress. I was feeling very patriotic, and it was really tight.