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My mother cannot sleep until her children come home. How do I tell my mama that home is the only place I run away from? How do I come back to the place that left me with nothing—not even myself?

lazer-exe

I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare

kosmogrl

oooh I get it it’s always gonna be because of the environment I grew up in

aceofpans

it’s because of the curse

no-one-offical

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randomgirl-sapphic-version

July 1 2026

To stop believing in heaven

means i stop believing

In the curly red telephone chord.

I havent picked up the reciever

in over a decade,

But i clutched your blanket

Less than 2 months ago.

To believe in heaven,

Is to believe you’re waiting for me.

But it is also to believe

That a god has seperated me from you,

By choice.

Miracles have happened,

Children do survive.

Just perhaps not us.

Not both of us.

To not believe in heaven

Is to know i will never see you with my eyes

Never hold your hand or hear your voice.

Seven months was all i got with you.

writing-slanted

You can’t just post something like this and expect me to be okay!!! I let other things slide but this is genuinely one of the most heartfelt and truly emotional pieces I’ve ever read

fuck-customers

writing-slanted

Going into the back at McDonald’s

Sibling in a brother way but brother in a sister way.

Ya feel?

randomgirl-sapphic-version

Thought 19 would be my teenage dirtbag year, and it turns out it is, but not in a cool pinterest "i dont care mom!" aesthetic way, it is more like i do not talk to anyone or leave the house and im working minimum wage bc my social skills are so fucked i cant get past a job interview and my mind is like actually developing new mental illnesses and i will be stuck in my hometown forever, thank you.

writing-slanted

# you can still go to college

the-quasar-hero

“Rappers only talk about their money, cars, and clothes!”

Why might someone from a group of people that historically have been denied access to wealth, now brag that they have it?

“Rappers only talk about sex!”

Why might someone from a group that have historically been denied sexual autonomy now brag about their sexual escapades on their own terms?

“Rappers only talk about drugs and crime!”

Why might someone from a group that historically have been denied the more legal means to acquire wealth and had drugs forced on their community talk about their experiences with it?

I like being medicated for my mood disorder (sorry to my sister) because wdym I cry because I’m sensitive and not because I feel like my world is ending. I love crying cause I’m a crybaby wimp, and not because I have some chemical imbalance

#word barf