:Cover created by Cyberalias: Sexy ass boyfriend? Um check. Down ass bestie? Um check check. Druggie brother/Alcoholic father/Post preggo sister? Definite check. A seventeen year old black girl living in the hood? Yeah that's definitely Roshni. At the surface her life is bearable but when one drama-filled day creates a domino effect it leaves Roshni questioning just how horrible her life really is. And is there a way to make it better?

when the going gets hard, remember ur melanin is beautiful and ur culture is rich

all we have is now

in which the under-appreciated are appreciated \\ melanin appreciation

Call it prose. Call it poetry. Call it hastily written words. Whatever you call it...enjoy it. Be saddened by it. Learn from it. Embrace it. Bask in it. These are words written by one woman for all women. You're beautiful. Smile. There is someone out there who thinks you are utterly amazing. Disclaimer: This picture does not belong to me and is the product of whosendu.com

Austin King is tired of hearing that she is pretty........ for a dark skin girl. why can't she just be pretty? Why is the color of her skin always involved?

This is for the people who are really freaking confused about the asexuality and aromantic spectrum. I will go over the many, MANY orientations under the ace/aro umbrella in detail, and don't hesitate to ask questions! (Also, the cover is the asexual and aromantic pride flags, in case it's difficult to see)

"I think I'm in love with you." I had to refrain myself from spitting my ice cold drink in his face. His eyebrows scrunched up and he gave me a confused glance. "What's so funny?" "That's absolutely ridiculous." He stared at me some more and opened his mouth to speak, but I put my hand up to stop him. "Its ridiculous because I'm asexual. I don't have sexual feelings for others." I expected him to throw a fit and cause me to cower in embarrassment, but instead he smirked. "That doesn't mean you can't be emotionally attracted to someone." As soon as he spoke, I knew he already knew about my sexuality. And I was trapped.

A collection of things aromantics and asexuals are sick of hearing.

Abandonment, homelessness, a bruised Ego, and a cold heart all fall into play. Elora Montes has always fought the odds that are thrown her way, but when her boss fires her from her job can she make it in the hot Miami Streets?