I speak up on what I think is right. Apparently these days being a better person is to be "triggered" or an "sjw" if you don't like that people are changing for the better and don't have time for bull-- don't read, don't actively seek out things you don't like. Simple edit 2020 / a collection of random rants from a teenage wanna be, as I grew many of my thoughts changed. some for the better others were realizing that there's a bigger picture outside of race, feminism, and politics. I am not a feminist, I am a womanist. I care for the betterment of black women ONLY. Everyone else has their legion, so will Black women.

Compton changed everything. In Riverdale, I used to be able to walk outside at night without having to worry about anything happening to me. I could walk outside in broad daylight and wouldn't have to worry about drive-by's. I used to be able to come home and be able to rely on a homemade meal made by mother-and my father sitting on the couch with her. But now, everything's changed. My dad dipped out on me and my mom, my mom and I are struggling to make ends meet, and I'm in these streets. Never would I imagined that myself, Egypt, would be out on the streets selling drugs to support myself. But if it helps me support me and my mother, I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Now I have responsibilities that I would've never expected, and people depend on me more than ever before. © all rights reserved // livythecreator

No matter the circumstance, everybody got a little hustle in them. Whether it be a girl tryna graduate college to get her degree or a mother on welfare, people got a drive in them that drives them to get what they want. For some people, that's a house in the suburbs with the white picket fence. For others, it's pushing a new Bentley and wearing the flyest clothing. Success means different things for the different people, and for Solstice, it means hustling in the bitter streets of New York City-in all five boroughs. She had to go through a lot of crazy shit-from prostitution to drug dealing-it was nothing new to her. She had a cold heart, she didn't take shit from nobody. She scared even drug lords. She was gutta-and I wanted to figure out how she got that way. But more importantly, I wanted to be like her.

Serena Davidson leads two lives. At school, she's a morbidly obese, stupid, nerdy, bitchy, slutty, and a teacher's pet. But at home she's the scrawny vegetarian pushover. What would possess someone to wear a fat suit every day? And what happens when someone finds out?

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.