i love having a black cat because i see her in all other black cats. like that is my min just in someone else’s house. she’s learning jazz and she is so good at it
my mom telling me she's only alive because she wants to see me succeed and not live a life like hers vs me who is only alive cause i don't want her life afterwards to be hard for her
If I overcame a disease that imprisoned me in my body, you would never be able to stop me from moving! Bitch I’d be tap dancing every time to doorbell rang.
Anyone else pretty much completely given up on their life ever getting any materially better? Really feels like the goal now is ‘don’t be homeless’, ‘stay alive’ etc. Massive political-economic transformation is the only way I can envision a serious upgrade in my quality of life.
They gon be SO mad cutting into my wedding cake and it’s carrot cake, and cutting into the backup cake and its cheesecake, and then trying to grab a cupcake and they’re orange creamsicle and then-
i’m tripping about Raven using the “take color away and make them green” girl CHILDREN watched Backyardigans and could tell who was black and they wasn’t even real like girl.