boca

sometimes i forget how many times i’ve picked myself off the floor, how many times i’ve washed away smudgy makeup and put myself to bed. how many times i’ve said no to something unhealthy. said yes to something good. how many times i’ve treated myself with kindness and patience. i forget how many times i’ve tended to wounds and made peace with my own anger. if i was taking care of a body that was not my own, i’d believe i was doing everything i could. so here’s to remembering that i’m doing the best i can.

today this white girl asked me why my hair is so curly and i said im black and she told me to say african american

This will always mean so much to me. I know I don’t know any of them on a personal level, but I feel like everything related to the BBOD or “Trill Fam” is just a part of me being included. They have made me just so happy seeing their activities and making my ‘lame’ teenager time have a spark of fun to it. I love you all.

somewhere in an alternate timeline there’s a version of me who makes good decisions regularly. good for them. fuck them, though

y‘all ruining the word daddy. my kids gon have to call me bruh or some shit tbh lol