I love drawing cute scenes.
I know I don’t usually reblog things here but please more people look at this amazing thing.
We MUST remember that no Black victim of police brutality deserved to die. They are all victims. Police are NOT the judge, jury, and executioner.
If you agree with this, check out this post to help a Black Man on death row, named Shan Carter. He needs our help. We can’t wait until Black people are dead to get justice. He is a victim of a slow death of 20 years.
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“ Just so we’re clear.. I’d really like to fuck you.”
“THEORY 1: I think in another life, we were unkind to each other. That’s why we met again, to try and fix things. But things didn’t work out again, and I hope we are given another chance in another life. THEORY 2: Your skin is naturally purple and green, and those weren’t bruises, no, it was just your paint chipping, it was just who I thought you were washing away. THEORY 3: We never knew each other, we only talked in words with many definitions because we were afraid of meaning one thing, we were afraid of committing to love, a word everyone knew except for us.”
— Three theories I have about past lovers.
“Perhaps the saddest thing, Is that one moment, you’re in love, or you’re best friends, or you’re in a committed relationship, And the next; you’re just a nuisance, you’re blocked without any good explanation, you’re just another stranger. Or worse yet, you’re forgotten completely.”
— Excerpt from a Book I’ll Never Write, Perhaps the Saddest Thing
just as lack of clothes is not an invitation the amount of clothes does not call for bragging rights a short skirt is not a yes but a snow suit is not a trophy rape is rape is rape is rape the outfit should not even be brought to attention no is no is no is no if they’re not into it, walk the fuck away there are so many stipulations nowadays so many little fucking details if you didn’t want it, it was rape and it may be hard to swallow that vulgar word trust me, i still have a hard time calling him my rapist but the point remains rape is rape and no is no so please, leave the outfit of of it
“The only thing men have taught me is how to hate them This isn’t meant to sound like a disaster, a broken verse, but I look into their eyes and the phrase “You deserve this” Lingers within me I don’t mean to hate blues, but they remind me of white mixed with red, they remind me, I will never recover.”
— m.n., my thighs still sting
