5:04AM

i’m very tired of explaining myself to people i love–– people who give way more than i deserve for what i throw back.

identity politics is a real, real thing. why does a cross have to be burning in my front lawn for it to be considered anti-black? because it doesn’t, because racism comes in all different forms, and frankly, the covert-gastlighty shit is incredibly draining to explain.

because it makes so much sense, to you, to random black strangers online, to the good sis google— to anyone, they get it.
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but not the people i love.

or showtime

an HBO show where the last scene on the season finale is a person opening their deodorant and having it crumble all over their carpet, completely missing the passably floor beside it, tand then said-person completely breaking down while “what's my age again” by blink-182 plays in the background as the show cuts to the credits

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bois

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