I want to go back before the beginning, I want to experience after the end. I feel so terribly stuck in the middle, so full of almosts and kind ofs that I fear I will be suspended in shades of grey my whole life.
I thought I found someone
that I would
never be alone again,
that we’d never go our
I never figured
I would cry for days,
I’d rue taking this chance;
such a shame
that our friendship had to end.
All I am now is conflicted
face hidden in the palms of my hands.
SHUT WHITE PEOPLE UP EVERY DAMN TIME THEY SAY OR DO SOMETHING RACIST.
“I’m not racist but….” SHUT THEM UP!
“But All Lives…” SHUT THEM UP!
“Trump never said…” SHUT THEM UP!
“This is America, speak…” SHUT THEM UP!
“There were white sla….” SHUT THEM UP!
“The Confederate flag isn’t…” SHUT THEM THE FUCK UP!
LucasFilm is so evil. They are going to try and force me to buy <I>Rogue One</I> three times.
1. When it comes out on HD digital because I cannot wait for it to come out on
2. DVD/Blue-Ray a week later (because what if my Internet is down?!) and
3. When they finally release a special edition with the deleted scenes and commentary track I need like burning.