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the best thing that we can do right now to fight for abortion rights is donating to your local abortion fund, especially in states with “trigger laws” or laws that will immediately take harsh measures to shut down abortion rights as soon as roe is overturned. If you don’t know your local abortion fund or states with trigger laws, here’s one in Texas, one in Louisiana, one in Georgia, one in West Virginia and one in Mississippi (all states with such “trigger laws”). There’s so many more beyond the handful i just listed here but times like these are the time to donate and support the incredible work that these organizations do for their communities. 

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I have so many drafts....such is life lol....

But for now let's work on these drafts

The problem mostly being I wrote them during moments of intensity and when I don't feel that anymore, my writing feels inauthentic...

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Watch: Poet Porsha Olayiwola heartbreakingly reminds us all that black women’s lives matter too. 

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The love I pour into you is the love I want to pour into myself ...

TG Bites

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You can’t kiss N tell when the kiss is good. Your emotions are 2 busy reminiscing.

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its all my fault

I wasnt good enough

maybe Im not good enough

enough…

enough…

ENOUGH.

…

I WISH I WERE AS STRONG

AS THESE CAPS LOCKS

BOLD

AND

STRONG

EVEN WHEN

WAVERED

my thoughts once read

like spastic yarn on a

heart monitor

…

…

…

the silence concerns me

I have died.

everything has DIED.

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-sigh-

Why is it I tend too fold so easily?

I swear, I promise I’m made of steel

Of barbed wire, of iron bars,

Of strong and solid things

But…I fold…easily…

May it be the feline inside

Because I don’t know how many

Lives I have because

Curiosity???

Never kills but wounds

Wounds so deep that death would be

A welcome embrace but…

Nah curiosity keeps these wounds

Fresh and bleeding long after

The feeling fleets

And the heart beats

Steady as the beating drum

Then quick as sand that falls through

The coke bottle glass

And then, I fold…

Not as delicately as oragami

Precise and perfect

Fold like wet paper

Like

toilet paper clumps thrown up

to the ceiling of my

heart telling me yes

yes do the things they tell you not to

and when they dry up and fall to the floor…

the floor of my mind who

was always there telling my heart

no, dont do it so when they fell

it was my mind to say

I. Told. You. So.

but even with the four letter words

waning above me like clouds in the sky of my mind

i continue to fold…

regretfully,

though with my most ernest and honest intentions…

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Life is full of disappointment...

And you were the biggest one

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I knew it.

I knew you'd let me down

Just like the ones before you

Sure I may have had a hand

Or a few:

Doubt.

Fear.

Scepticism.

Insecurity.

I thought I could let my gang go

My RoD's

Introduced to me by several men and boys over the years

Like a warm blanket sad and reliable, we knew each other well

Then came you.

ripping me from familiarity and warmth

Drowning me, dragging me into the deep dark depths of some scary unknown within myself.

Within you.

Us.

My eyes started to adjust to the dark

I felt around for a while starting to find my way

It was...nice...

All of a sudden I was blinded by my friends and their flashlights shinning down

Doubt and insecurity were always together holding hands

Sceptism following happily skipping right along

And then fear with a big vague smile.

Fuck.

I like you guys. I do...

Or so I thought...

Fuck you guys. You suck and are not welcome!

The words never leave my lips but stay caged behind my teeth.

We swim back to the tragically familiar surface and lazily float along the surface of my lonely soul...

Hoping and longing to drown in us once again...

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“I try to teach my heart not to want things it can’t have.”

— Alice Walker (via naturaekos)

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“I want to thank you for never being there anymore. Your absence has forced me to find my own way.”

— (via purplebuddhaquotes)

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“All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”

— André Breton 

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“People write because no one listens.”

— h.h. (via syntacked)

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“And she’s scared of her heart. Oh, the things it can make her do.”

— etoile-filantes

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My favorite fruit is melon-choly...it often tastes bitter and wet...and even then...I yearn for its nostalgic flavors...

- TG Bites

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Sometimes I feel like crying. When that happens, I cry the alphabet onto paper and dry my eyes with ink...

- TG Bites