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@smollmeows
I’ve been super negative and sad lately but I’m over being sad for myself and I’m here to say that starting now, I’m gonna be kind to myself. I’m gonna be me, caring and selfless.. but I’m gonna be selfish sometimes too. I’m tryna glow and grow this year and no one or nothing is gonna stop me 🌞💕
me: im not straight but think it’s stupid and counterproductive to say you wanna kill all heterosexuals. all this kind of talk makes me wanna leave, i just don’t get it.
everyone on this website in my inbox: die!! why aren’t you gone then?? you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, grow up dumbass!!! scum!!! fuck off, you’re worthless!!! fuck you!!
who awake , lov u
IM SCREAMING
Gotta love Mark’s response too:
You know when people say “I watched this movie because you talked about it” or “I’ve been listening to this artist because I know you like it”, tenderness
About an hour ago, I was in Walmart looking for my conditioner because today is wash day for my hair. As I’m looking for my product, this older white lady approaches me and she says, “Excuse me, miss. Please don’t be offended by this.” And usually when white people tell me not to be offended, 9 times out of 10, whatever they are about to say is going to be offensive af.
Anyway, she follows it up with, “My husband and I just recently won our custody battle with our foster daughter and she means the world to us. She’s a beautiful African American girl and her hair looks a lot like yours. But I’m afraid because I don’t know what to do with her hair. It’s a lot different from mines and our other children and we are at a total lost. I’ve tried looking up the YouTube videos and my husband went to the braiding shops so they can teach him how to properly braid her hair, but he’s still pretty new and it will be a while before he gets used to it. Do you have any tips you can give me? If you don’t have the time, it’s okay, really! I just needed a little advice because I want her to look beautiful.”
Y’all. swear I almost started crying on aisle 6. So for the last 30 minutes, I spent my time talking to her and what products to use and how to properly detangle and comb her hair with the proper tools and what not to do with natural hair. And I showed her a bunch of easier to follow natural hair tutorials on YouTube and saved them for her. (I also had to create a YouTube account for her so she could save it for later.) but omfg, she was so sweet, and I could tell that she listened to every single thing I had to say and she took little notes on her little notepad.
And what really filled my heart was the fact that her husband actually taking classes from African braiding shops. And she showed me a picture of him wearing a little sweater vest and loafers in a little shop surrounded by beautiful black women showing him how to braid black hair and even the lady he’s braiding on is guiding his hands. And omfg. Bless these old white people and their black daughter who I know have new loving parents because they are willing to step out of their comfort zone just to make her feel and look beautiful.
I really hope our paths cross again one day, Mrs Cicilia. 💖💕
pick your battles. pick… pick fewer battles than that. put some battles back. that’s too many
people who suggest getting breakfast together as a hangout plan are the kind of people you want to hang onto
There is something about sunlight that makes life seem just a little less horrible
it’s the vitamin d bitch
its okay but i’m sad
You deserve someone who actually gives a shit about you. Someone who doesn’t just see you as an extension of themself. Someone who would actually be afraid to lose you. Don’t let anyone else make you believe otherwise.
Unfortunately men are hot sometimes
someone edit this pic to be dr phil levitting the bottle wit his mind powers
I hate thinking
So every Wednesday is like my Saturday sort of. I work two jobs nonstop from Friday to Tuesday. Sometimes I pick up Thursday shifts or Friday mornings. Every Tuesday night I feel a sense of relief that I don’t have to work for at least a day. I always make this plan to get stuff done. You know, clean my room, organize, finally address my unpaid bills, maybe see a friend I haven’t seen in a while, wash my hair, take care of myself. Every Wednesday morning I wish my girlfriend I good day at school and promise her I’ll get things done today. Every Wednesday morning I get back into my bed and go on my phone. I watch a show or movie or something. I go on Instagram and compare myself to all of these really beautiful and soulful and healthy and talented women. And then I’m stuck. I get incredibly sad and angry. Angry when I start getting texts or calls from friends or my girlfriend who just wants to see what I’m up to. And it’s because I’m really sad and after all these years I don’t know how to properly let people know I’m hurting. I just act angry and annoyed. I push them away. I say things like “I want everyone to leave me the fuck alone.” I beg for my own space. I beg to die. I say and think all of these terrible things. I promise I’ll do things and I don’t. I fuck up plans for my girlfriend when she gets out of class and she expects things to be done so she could relax after a long day. But I’m a depressed piece of shit who relishes in being sad and angry with herself and the state of her life, who uses all her energy throughout the week to pretend she’s okay and tell herself and everyone around her that she’s okay. And every Wednesday morning, she falls apart.
I would apologize to my loved ones but my apologies don’t hold value anymore because I do this. All. The. Time. And I will always do this. I will always pack all of my unhappy feelings away as long as I can until the door can’t shut and everything spills out and no one understands why I’m acting this way “all of a sudden”. I’m going to lock myself away today... because I don’t wanna face that. I don’t wanna face what I didn’t do.
