i tried to compliment a guy on his shirt yesterday and i wasn't entirely sure if he spoke english but he smiled at mei would've said it in spanish but i forgot the word for shirt and i will never forgive myself for missing that opportunity to make a non-english speaker feel more welcome in the u.s.
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me and my stepdad faced the wrath of my mother's sociopathic and ego-centric thinking and i almost cried out of like pure passion for wanting the world to be safe for black & brown folks y'know and she just won't accept that her opinions are morally wrong
(she thinks it's okay for cops to kill people that are non-lethal threats)
well, personally, i want my mom to get some fucking therapy :D
anyway !
it's almost eleven am so i will be dressing sluttily and riding my bike through the woods while listening to mom jeans