mita pidi dios tur dia pa dunami toleransia pa asepta kosnan ku mi no por kambia. Pero mas ku esey mita pidi dios dunami forsa pa stop di asepta kos ku si mi por kambia.
i have too much to be grateful for. there is so much good in my life. i can’t be bothered with things sent to ruin my mood. i would rather focus on the people who uplift and remember me than the people who neglect and forget about me.
I know this is a long shot but fuck it, calling all Caribbean people:
Please retweet this post to save a life and become a donor, not only to help my aunt but also to help other Caribbean people that need a bone marrow donor as well!
sometimes I feel like I want to tear my soul to express the depth of my gratitude for the beautiful humans in my life that always showed up when I didn’t know I needed it and for reminding me of my worth and who I am, and for the immense joy that they bring into my life. no —