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.