my journal

Black women naturally radiate angel energy.

love when you go to an aquarium and you really hit it off with one of the fish

we are in the midst of a friday ass thursday. keep your wits about you.

sorry im not giving into the cutting out sweet treats propaganda. life is hard enough

i would like to spend the rest of my time loving things. so i will.

somewhere, there’s moonlight on the ocean

I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”

Flower cat