[poetry-isinthestreets]

assuming I constantly bother ppl is what I do best.

[thebootydiaries]

me: *is left alone with my thoughts for more than two seconds*

me: the suffering begins

[br0ken-and-lost-deactivated2018]

6:26 AM

[depresseddisneyprincess]

[your-health-hazard]

[galvanized-art]

Black Power and Gay Pride aren’t mutually exclusive. the first pride was a riot led by trans black women.

feel free to use!

[goodgiirlgonegr8-deactivated201]

If i talk to you about my past, it’s for you to understand why i am who i am, not to judge or feel sorry for me.

[arietisprimavera]

read this. then read it again. read it until you finally understand.

#BlackLivesMatter

#JusticeforGeorgeFloyd

[breatheeagainnnn]

oppression vs. privilege

black lives matter.

[positivelypositivethoughts]

[6alal-deactivated20220129]

time has a way of showing us what matters in life.

[goodreadss]

“People think you’re crazy if you talk about things they don’t understand.”

—

[melindacarolinee]

r.h. Sin - I hope this reaches her in time

[you-lost-her-idiot]

[silent-insanities]

You’re my last light in this dark world.

[prsephonies-deactivated20200815]

looking back on old photos of yourself is an act of mourning, always. how many times have you looked at pictures of yourself from even just a few months ago and thought “who is that? did i look like that? she’s beautiful” but fail to reconcile it with how you felt. that girl is me and that girl is beautiful but i have never been her, y’know? and the cycle is endless. i am always longing to be myself from two years ago, or six months ago, or last night. SHE was beautiful in ways i don’t know how to be now. i’m grieving for the death of my past selves, constantly, and grieving for the time they wasted mourning THEIR predecessors when they could’ve been feeling beautiful. in between disparaging remarks about the weight she holds around her midsection, my mother shows me photos from when she was younger and handles them gently; “i was kind of a looker back then, wasn’t i?” i wonder what i’ll be saying about this body in thirty years. i wonder if it’ll be kind

[recaption]