y’all, I’m looking for a Sharon from February/March house fellowship. We met, had a really nice time (we were both a little buzzed so my memory is not helping 😭), she took my snap, and then she vanished. If you know Sharon, please help me find her 🫶🏾
if you see this tweet do it 🥸
☆ pronouns: she/her
☆ height: 5’5
☆ zodiac: virgo
☆ smoke: yess
☆ tattoos: 2
☆ piercings: 4
☆ fav color: blue
☆ fav drink: alcohol
☆ fav food: yam and egg🌚
if you see this tweet do it 🥸
☆ pronouns: she/her they/them
☆ height: 5’7
☆ zodiac: pisces
☆ smoke: like mad
☆ tattoos: 0
☆ piercings: 5
☆ fav color: pink
☆ fav drink: red wine
☆ fav food: my babe
My first asthma attack happened because my father beat me. I had to be put on oxygen.
His reason for beating me was that the toilet was dirty, mind you, he was the one who messed it up.
I can never forget it, and that’s just one of many
I was talking to a friend one day about how I've been beaten with everything possible. Stone, cane, turning stick, belt, chair, table, rope, knife broom, bucket, electric wire, name it, and most times, I find myself going to school with bit of broom pieces stuck in my skin😂😂
not this woman in my home church going on and on about how I need to learn how to dance because I'll be getting married soon since I wasn't moving my body enough during Thanksgiving, lmao I won't even be here if not that I went to my parent's house for the weekend.