My production company is premiering a 30 minute short film this summer, & I can't wait to start inviting people, ima have a red or purple carpet, etc.
That Kai Cenat guy knew exactly what was going on because the girl sent him a solid 4-5 different, CLEAR pictures of the man who r*ped her and he acted like he didn’t know him until she dropped a pic of them together. A lot of you men will never see heaven. Even hell is too easy.
I hate that fact that because I tend to handle traumatic ass shit fairly calmly and gracefully, people assume I don’t need gentle care and empathy. Must I have an explosion of tears or a complete meltdown to be treated with gentleness?