There really wasn't any stopping it. It wasn't my fault that my skin was as dark as the night, or my nose was broader than any other's, my hair was always rough looking and broke easily. There was nothing I could do, because to them I will and always will be, the black girl. HR: #3 Short Story Graphic by caesium-
In which a Subway worker teaches her customer the real reason why people use condiments
The family burns basics. Trashes tropes. Their daughter isn't out for blood. She's out for the person who started the cliche that ended her. ✯ ✯ ✯ "Even though I dip your toothbrush in the toilet bowl, excessively steal your clothes, purposefully annoy the hell out of you, and wish at every 11:11 that you'd be in a...
Have you ever been in love with someone and prayed they would never find out.
Joyful Banks lives in Baldwin Hills, California. Storm Jackson lives in Chicago, Illinois. Despite living miles away from each other they deeply love each other. Distance couldn't make them any closer. At times it gets hard for the both of them. With the disapproval of others, its only worse. But despite all this, wi...