A book to white people who don't understand us, and looks at us diffrently.

❝on the dead homies.❞ a book comprised of black excellence and the defiance of blackness throughout history. pages telling the truth of unspoken and ignored issues of the black community while covering every inch of black history and the future of black people. every day is black history month in Hood Politics. - heaven ✧

i write because you exist. lowercase is intentional.

Sixteen-year-old Thana sleeps in graveyards and crafts dreams for those who want them. She can create visions so vivid and detailed that they could be real. For the inhabitants of the sleepy town nearby, Thana's dreams are like drugs. When the Graveyard Festival appears in her cemetery in the middle of the night, Thana meets Jonathan, a mysterious boy with tattoos he can bring to life. By sunrise, Thana is a member of the traveling carnival that moves from cemetery to cemetery. Her dream-crafting abilities do what the Festival does best: catering to every whimsical fancy its visitors have. But the Graveyard Festival isn't just a carnival--its members guard the gates to the land of the dead, and something has gotten past them. Jonathan believes Thana is the key to returning the demon back to where it belongs, but as her dreams turn to nightmares that come to life, Thana can't control her devilish creations. Something is within her, and it's dying to get out.

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BORN A HERO, DIE A HERO © 2017 mars

𝙞'𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮. *updated*

❝MAN, WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?❞ ❝YOU LISTENIN' TO MY MUSIC!❞ you're never too young to appreciate music and the fulfilment that comes with it. enjoy music from every culture, genre, and subject. enjoy your "white people music" without shame. enjoy your "lame" music with pride. and enjoy the bomb ass music i put you on to. - bri ❀

When Lisa Dumont travels down to New Orleans to stay with her mother for the summer, she finds herself entangled in a web of century-long territorial disputes between undead and supernatural forces. Lisa soon realizes that she has become torn between the blood-loyalty to her mother, Voodoo Priestess Madam Dumont, and the intrigue she has grown towards Elder Vampire, Hezekiah Mercier - the enemy. And consequently, the heavy discord between the two factions leaves Lisa with life-changing decisions to make that could possibly alter the fate of both groups and everyone else in between. ** **DISCLAIMER** This story is UNEDITED and UNREVISED. I haven't made any adjustments to this story since I first wrote it, which was when I was about 18 years old. I'm 23 now, for reference. I adore this story with all I have, but most of the chapters I haven't even revisited since I first uploaded them. Any mistakes, I'm usually notified of them by readers who point them out in comments. Please tread lightly, for there are undoubtedly historical inconsistencies, incorrect language translations, grammar and punctuation mistakes, and information that hasn't been properly fact checked. This is a work of FICTION. Have fun with it, please! But also beware that this is an amateur piece (that I had a great time writing). Follow me on instagram! @ceaselessmindwrites

A book full of angry black feminist op-eds and rants written by this black girl so keep your misogynoir to yourself ✨ i am not a teacher so please don't ask me teach you or educate you... google is free✨