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Kiana Khansmith

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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I'm about to go HAM
home
and
masturbate
Wrrrrd…
Tears fill my eyes as I read the words on my screen. The world seems to stop spinning for the slightest second as I re-read the anonymous message over and over again, gripping on to the hope that the words will magically disappear. But they didn’t. Anon had done it; they’d figured out that the only way to make me take off my hijab was to call my hair ugly. My one weakness.
A tear streams down my left cheek.
Eight years of academy hijab training…wasted. I had to prove this extremely relevant and good-looking anonymous person wrong, I cared too much about what they thought. How could I live my life knowing that there is one person out there who thinks probably my hair is ugly maybe? How could I look myself in the mirror? How could I face my family? My shoulders shook as I cried silently, and my chair squeaked ever so slightly at the vibrations; as if it, too, was crying in sorrow.
It wasn’t until that moment that the second part of the message dawned on me… how would I prove them wrong without breaking the rules? Was it really against the rules? I reach into my hijab and pull out a scroll. At the very top, in cursive jet-black inked letters, the word ‘Rules’ stares back at me. My heart is racing as my eyes frantically read the scroll.
‘Rule #1: no killing people,’ it reads. I let out a whimper. There go my evening plans.
Suddenly, my eye catches the next words. The scroll is rustling in my trembling hands as I turn my face away, tears spraying out of my eyes like the spit of a white person as they try to justify racism. The cursive words felt more like a curse of words, vivid and refusing to disappear as if I were still staring at them even through my closed eyes.
Rule #2: don’t show ur hair girl it’s ugly lmaooooo
I could really go for a sweet text about how much I’m worth to somebody
it wet
black autistic boys are great!
black autistic mlm are spectacular!
black autistic trans boy are fantastic!
really just support all black autistic boys tbh !!!
The Rio Olympics are so corrupt….I hear they’re spending, like, a Brazilian dollars on it…
them: ... are you okay?
me, rocking manically back and forth, shivering, whimpering and laughing, bags under my eyes filling my entire cheeks, stuttering every word: w-w-why do you ask??
*Takes a shot of tap water* wooo shit boi!
im half white so i didnt break his hand for touching my hair
@the-queer-in-our-stars (via taylevid)
calling me “thirsty” isn’t even an insult it’s a known fact
calling me “thirsty” isn’t even an insult it’s a known fact
calling me “thirsty” isn’t even an insult it’s a known fact
Well in whoreville 😩😩👅👅they say that the Grinches dick 🌽🌽🍆🍆grew three sizes that day 😍😍 💦💦youve been visited by the green dick of the Grinch‼️✅✅💚💚 if you get no replies you are a Cindy Boo Whore 😂😂😭😭 if you get 5 back you are the Mayor of Whoresville 👑👑💋💋 if you get 10 back you will get touched with a 39 and a half foot pole C=======3👌🏽👌🏽 and if you get 15 or more back you are one Green Mean Sex Machine👁👁🐛🐛🐛🍀☘ happy holidays‼️‼️
*goes to the gym with a naruto headband on*
*does the naruto run on a treadmill*