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If you were to drown in the river today by tomorrow morning you’d wash up at my front door. Why the river washed you here I could only speculate, only you’d know the truth.
Some are delivered softly, kindly, cradled like a mother about to surrender her child to a home she knows she cannot supply herself.
Some come battered and bruised, thrown to the rocks by a current that couldn’t wait to be rid of such a burden. Most I find in the early morning when the water has slowed to a still.
Each morning I wake to find dead strangers in the water, on my porch, in my marigolds. I’ve grown accustomed to this decay, gentler in the wake of glassy eyes and cold hands. However they find me, all are a gift and all will find rest in my home. I realize now I should have said more to you, about the day the river gave you to me.
reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead
guess what i found in my inbox this morning!
They are the best of friends.
white t girl i love you. and also do not forget that you are not the modern martyr for the oppressed voice. that's still black girls. it's always been black girls. stories of black martyrdom simply don't make it into the news cycle until the unrest caused by its reporting can be packaged as a "riot" segment between traffic reports. i know you suffer, but whatever you're experiencing, i beg you, when interacting with your community and building nuanced understandings of each other and the system which binds us, to not forget that a black tgirl has felt it 100 times worse before positioning yourself as an authority on all systems of oppression for having suffered unjustly at all. because you have suffered unjustly, but suffering unjustly as a white person means something so much different.
*me @ the demon under my bed* scoot over i wanna cuddle
It's that time of year when there is perpetually dirt under my fingernails despite me washing my hands a million times a day
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Gaza under fire again‼️‼️
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We wake up afraid from bombing and unfortunately the war return again. 💔💔💔
I'm so afraid about my family and my kids please help us evacuate from this place we are crying now and screaming because of the strength of bombing around us.
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