Midstofspring - Evolving. Poet. Lover

Internally screaming.

That family is fucking useless

Ladies, please normalize being high maintenance. Keep your standards high, expect people to climb to reach them. Tell them that yes, you do plan on spending your money, your time, and your energy on yourself first. Unabashedly tell people “no” with no explanation. When they ask you “who do you think you are” tell them that you’re you. And that is enough. 

If something feels off, most likely something is off. Trust the vibes you get.

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The Traumatized 17-Year-Old Who Filmed George Floyd's Killing Is Already Being Harassed

"I don't expect anyone who wasn't placed in my position to understand why and how I feel the way that I do," she wrote on Facebook.

Ppl targeting this incredibly BRAVE BKACK TEENAGE GIRL are sick.

She needs to be protected and given mental health support

When karma turns out to be a bigger bitch than you.

Being a minority does not give you a right to be an anti-black piece of shit.

I just want to let y’all know that a lot of cishet men are going to end up very lonely when they’re old because of the way they treated women and their significant others.

Toxic people who are in denial love associating themselves with people who make them feel comfortable with their dysfunctional ways. Thats why I have the most respect for those who acknowledged their toxic behaviour and recovered/ changed. Not only are they mentally aware of the problem and value their future more than the discomfort of change, but they don't want to be a source of pain for others either. Accountability is a trait of the strong minded. All respect to you.

- Meggan Roxanne

extensive thread of blm related petitions that still haven’t reached their goal

Love induced touch from your lips,

Damn, how I adored your deathly grips

- Lady Sira

My memories were so ingrained in me they felt like roots in my brain

If the rain comes I hope the hail comes at my wake

Brother, mother please leap for me

No need to mourn for what’s been done

The real sorrow is regret overrun by illusions

Soul crushing profusions

At the core from my head

And my severed heart

It’s a dozen shards across these dead lands

Our daughters are treated as commodities

With no broad shoulder as a protector

Brother, mother don’t weep for me

Our memories are horror collectors

I long for the warmth of the Sun

But all I can feel is a thousand hells

Lady Sira