she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father. i clawed my way up his leg. four years later he’d send my parents a picture of the scars alongside a tin of cookies. he said, “i hope she’s still okay. i carry her with me. it isn’t every day you save a life. it isn’t every day you feel like you were here for a reason. when it does happen, you have to cherish that memory. for once, i had a purpose. just being there was enough. she tore me open but she taught me a lot about love.”

I wish all the pee came out in one go like a shotgun blast

[text id: when you enslave black people but they gain liberty so you go to war but you lose so you segregate black people but they don’t disappear so you lynch black people but they form self defense squads so you declare those terrorist organizations but their calls for equality gain popularity so you shoot their leader but they don’t disappear so you settle them in houses full of toxic lead but they don’t all die so you train cops to kill them instead but they protest it so you ask why they keep complaining /end id]

Don’t send hints, we grown, talk to me.

Everyone in the notes who says they enjoy this is insane

@ghost-mantis