His name was Elijah Mclain. He was WALKING HOME. He had anemia so he wore a facemask to keep warm. He played violin for stray cats to calm them. He couldn’t breathe. They beat him until he threw up and STILL he spread love and peace in his last words. They killed him. I’m so sick
The guy who raped me WIPED MY TEARS after and hugged me. I was so confused for a long time after because it was like how can the person who just violated me also be the one to comfort me?
Will never forget the time I took to Twitter about my MANAGER who sent me indecent messages and got threatened to take it down @ work. I Stan everyone coming out about this shit. Be heard.