My addictions are Arabian horses, Anime, drawing, and following various fandoms and online artists.
I know! I just found out about this pumpkin riot and I’m pissed! $100,000 in damage and they’re cool, but a community upset over the death of a black person being murdered is unjustified and hurts the community.
And this is the country for which I am named. This is the country that I am expected to hold loyalty and patriotism for, but I’ve been thrown out of restaurants because “my kind” weren’t allowed, nearly lost my job because I decided to wear my hair in it’s natural state, was told my mothers that their sons couldn’t date me because I’m a descendent of Cain, and have to think about where I can live in this country where I will be respected and loved. And I fucking freak out that any white man with a buzzed head that walks up to me in a bar is going to say something terrible and I fear for my life. I don’t want to fucking do that anymore. I don’t want to have conversations in which I have to explain what the function of melanin is.
Why is it so fucking hard to see black people as people?
I JUST BURNT MY HAND ON MY LAMP TRYING TO TURN IT OFF LAMPS SHOULD NOT BE HOT ENOUGH TO GIVE YOU THIRD DEGREE BURNS THIS IS BULLSHIT.
maybe if you’d go outside and used natural sunlight instead of running your lamp for 13 hours straight, this wouldn’t happen :)
OH I’M SORRY IT’S 3:38AM LET ME JUST WAKE UP THE SUN SO I CAN SIT OUTSIDE WITH MY SKINLESS BURNT HAND AND BASK IN THE GLORY OF NATURAL DAYLIGHT.
Every now and then B gets on for a 5 minute tune up, luckily with IG that’s about all it takes to fix any issues he picks up from the tinies riding him. I never get on him, I’m far too big.
You guys gotta be more specific because at first I totally got a mental image of some big ass kid piggy backing that dopey grey jacket Inspector Gadget cartoon character.