Still alive out of spite and the need to see Hitsugaya Toushirou as a grown man

Yt people in the US will hopefully realize no one will save them from their sordid history or the violent systems it’s established but themselves.

Why do I have to get punched in the face to unfuck someone else’s mess?

Hay fever beating my ass bc I had to go grocery shopping.

You can’t really be in love with me, you don’t even know how I like my oranges peeled.

People showing me their AI gen art starting to give the same energy as dudes doing psychedelics for the first time and discovering empathy.

I take white parents with black kids only asking for community and friends outside the relationship AFTER Athe child is born as a red flag. What do you mean you didn’t already know how to comb out textured hair???

Several somewheres, there is someone ripping their hair out and beating their chest and dashing themselves against the rocks bc their fave yt artist didn’t get the fun shiny music award. Happy BHM.

I be experiencing the most soul wrenching yearning and ennui and here comes some homoerotic sketches of an artist long dead to tell me I could feel that urge deeper if I wanted to, if I wasn’t such a coward

Damn, and I still gotta do my taxes?

The desire for non-sexual intimacy got me mad nonverbal in the club (at work) rn. Yearning sucks.

As someone mistaken for not being a black American even within the international black diaspora, hearing these stories of POC getting assaulted by random wannabe deputies on the street definitely def doesn’t make me want to go outside all too much

Horror of the day for being an “acceptable” BIPOC:

Got one gc really sad about the price of chocolate and coffee and another gc literally discussing protocol for carrying birth certificates.

ATP it honestly feels like we’ll just be waiting for those at the highest points of privilege, and that is to say primarily white cis folk, to get uncomfortable enough that they’ll actually do something about shit. Nothing ever changes till it starts fucking y’all’s shit up.

Bro do not ask me how I’m doing. I will answer that shit honestly. How am I??? Styling an outfit and contemplating the serenity of standing outside in the rain till my mood matches the sky???

This was to be the year I sat down and formulated some baking base recipes. Instead I’m getting an egg shortage fueled by the next possible pandemic and a government trying to reclaim its facist glory.

Excuse me while I go hunting for black Bluesky