OMG I JUST FOUND OUT THAT SPEAKING TO YOUR PLANTS ONLY HELPS BECAUSE YOU’RE BREATHING CARBON DIOXIDE ONTO IT OMG I HAVE THOUGHT THAT TALKING TO THEM JUST KINDA WORKED BECAUSE YOU WERE BEING NICE AND ENCOURAGED THEM AND SUPPORTED THEM EMOTIONALLY
Drake - Sooner Than Later
So can you do me a favor?
If I pull it together
Make it sooner than later
We won’t be here forever
And I realized I waited too long
But please don’t move on
You don’t need no one else
I need mix tape Drake back.
Slave gravesite in New York City
“SOMETHING YOUR TOUR GUIDE MIGHT NOT TELL YOU:
The heart of NYC’s Financial District is built on a huge 18th century African Burial Ground. Some 419 Africans were discovered in 1991, a large portion women and children.
The burial ground extends from Broadway Southward under City Hall, and almost to the site of the former World Trade Center. It is believed that there are as many as 20,000 slavery-era Africans in graves under the buildings in Lower Manhattan.
Abolish historical amnesia and ponder for a moment the fact that this financial epicenter of the world is built on slavery, oppression, and death.”
Literally, and daily.
yo. that last sentence hits you in the face like a brick.
Sometimes I wanted to dance and laugh with my friends until midnight, and sometimes I wanted to screen all calls and hide away with a tragic novel and a bag of candy. Sometimes I spend an hour trying to pretty myself up, and sometimes I could barely be bothered to comb the knots out of my hair before I left the house.
Sometimes I wanted to know what it felt like to tell a boy all my secrets. Other times, that seemed as impossible as waking up one morning to find myself fluent in a foreign language.
Sometimes I felt better alone than I did with people. And sometimes that just felt lonely.