I wanna watch you do everything you love to do. I want to witness the passion in your eyes when you talk about something you live for. I wanna witness the way you light up when you get to express yourself. Share all of it with me. Every short story, every poem, every brush stroke, run you learn, every lyric you write, every new dish you cook. I wanna hear, see and taste everything you have to offer.
Unfriendly reminder that in America it’s reasonable to say an unarmed black kid deserved to be shot six times because he might have robbed a convenience store, but a white kid shouldn’t be kicked off the high school football team just because he violently raped a girl.
White tumblr can understand that wearing a short skirt and high heels doesn't mean you were asking for it, but they can't understand that sagging your pants and saying nigga doesn't mean you deserved to be killed.
I fall into this shit with him every time. This cycle is so annoying but so predictable. Like I know how long every fight is gonna last. I know what he’s gonna say and do before a situation is even presented to me. I know exactly how hes gonna react.
But I still do this. Every time.
I love him. I truly do. It ain’t a front or an excuse. My heart literally aches for him. When I see him, when I’m with him. Nothing matters. Nothing at all.