Countless options exist to further one’s education about the history and the current issuesregarding diversity and race relations in America. Just one of those options is to crack open a book or two written by a black author. If you’re looking to expand your reading list, this is a good place to start.
i wish there were some famous ya books like the raven cycle, the foxhole court, ari and dante, the song of achilles, pjo, the mortal instruments, i’ll give you the sun but with f/f for instance………. it gets so tiring, like i love the rep but it’s exhausting that there’s literally no f/f rep in popular ya lit
You asked me, “Do you only want to be more than friends with me?”
I didn’t know how to answer, but I have your answer now.
Of course I want to be more than friends with you.
I want to be the person that makes you happy.
No one loves my insecurities more than you do.
You make me feel safe and secure and I want to make you feel the same way.
After everything you put me through every single day and how much you hurt me, it’s so sad that I’m still the one calling you to apologize for one or two things I did to you.
I asked you to compare me to him, you said you like him a lot especially because he hasn’t hurt you.
That was a horrible answer.
You can’t compare me to someone that hasn’t hurt you, because it’s inevitable that it will happen one day!
So what happens when he finally hurts you?
Are you going to like us “equally” then?
It’s just so sad that I’m willing to forgive and forget everything you and I went through to try to make things work out for us and I don’t see you trying with me.
You broke my heart and took a piece of it with you when you left me.
You hurt me. You lied to me. You lead me on. And even though we didn’t have a label, it still felt like you were cheating on me.
When you told me what you liked about him over me, and you said “He’s a genuinely good person and he hasn’t hurt me,” I lost my mind.
I lost all hope for you and I.
You don’t care about me anymore.
You don’t want to fix things between you and I.
You don’t love me anymore.
I guess it’s finally over between us.
Even as friends.