whitegirlsaintshit

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I just can’t believe some of u are soooo young u didn’t experience the early 2000s at all like even briefly . U were born and ur mother door dashed you home from the hospital

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you will have crazy sexual chemistry with someone then boom, harry potter tattoo

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the way this happened before eric adams lied about the motive of the guy who assassinated the blackstone CEO

You fucking coon liar. Explain that fucking stupid username of yours.

the way i’m about to call up Eric Adam’s office voicemail and call him a fucking coon liar tofuckingNIGHT LMAOOOOO

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that man did not go in there for no NFL smoke. i can guarantee you that. nypd and mass media are trying to cover up the fact that it is CEO season and these corporations are answering for the atrocities they’ve committed.

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You fucking coon liar. Explain that fucking stupid username of yours.

the way i’m about to call up Eric Adam’s office voicemail and call him a fucking coon liar tofuckingNIGHT LMAOOOOO

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are you a White woman? ??

yes

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“sydney sweeney has good jeans”. a dead eyed woman with mousy brown hair dyed kinda-blonde stared at me from the soho american eagle shop window. i just sneered and walked past.

after walking miles in the heat, i tore my clothes off, stared at my naked body in the mirror for a bit, then flopped into the bed. not even a minute later, my phone alarm goes off. it’s time to take my cocktail of meds for the evening. my doctors have me on a number of hormones, anti-depressants, and other things to counteract the years of damage an autoimmune disorder has caused to my body.

i swallow a handful of pills down with luke warm water and open up tiktok. the american eagle ad pops up, the same one i saw earlier. the girl in the ad says something about how genes are passed down from parent to offspring, helping to determine hair color, personality, even eye color. she zips her pants up, then faces the camera and says, “my genes are blue.” she bats her big blue eyes at the camera, then overlain text pops up: SYDNEY SWEENEY HAS GOOD JEANS.

i swipe to close the ad. in the next video, a black woman sitting on a couch talks about how “too many of us” are out of shape. in the comments, everyone weighs in with some kind of self-shaming, mentioning not wanting to look like the women before them and how our community has to do better. only once did someone bring up a study where black women are found to be more susceptible to high blood pressure, heart issues, and other ailments due to stress. i think to comment about epigenetics and how it informs the way our bodies react to external stressors, then passes it down to the next generation.

i delete it. no use in talking to faceless accounts on the internet. the next video was a town hall in tennessee. the topic of discussion was an air permit for the xAi facility in memphis. a black woman with bright red hair stands up holding an inhaler. “i got asthma, my momma got asthma, my grandmama got asthma... i can’t breathe at home.”

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wow RIP. sexy niggas at half mast for Theo Huxtable today

actor malcolm-jamal warner @MalcolmJamalWar is 46 today #happybirthday 

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What’s your Bluesky sis? I was looking up n down for you and I don’t use twitter anymore but I miss olive tweets ™

oh i don’t have one! (should i get one?) i deleted twitter bc i was wasting the FUCK out of my time. now i just journal and scream stupid shit out loud.

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i stomped on the backs of my birkenstocks towards the white camry. for the first time since i stopped coming over, i didn’t look back in your bedroom window to see if you were there.

the lyft driver pulled off towards the bridge. watery mascara started pooling around the little bumps where my glasses met the sides of my nose. i rolled the window down and stuck my hand into the sticky morning air, hoping the wind would dry the phantom spit marks i still felt from when you kissed the inside of my wrists, my palms, my fingertips.

i blinked too long and flashes of you a few hours prior stuck to the afterlight images under my lids. you, wrapping your arms around my shoulders and crouching down to whisper in my ear. you, lying next to my knees, waiting for me to untuck, to open up. you, holding my hand and angling your knees in my direction. you, after a year of us not seeing or speaking to each other, doting on me like we still were close enough to smell alike.

i turned the volume up in my headphones. underneath the blaring music, the wind still roared. underneath the roaring wind, your voice still rattled in my skull. i pressed the “+” button, and you were still singing roy orbison to me. i pressed it again, and you were telling me how much you’ve missed me again. once more, and the thwap of your hand hitting some other girl’s bony ass while i waited for my car earlier jolted me out of my “what if” fantasy. the music wouldn’t go any louder.

when the driver pulled up, i started clunking towards my apartment. a chunk of light slipped past the tree out front and sat right on my cheek. i stopped, and let the sun warm my face. then i lifted my head in the deepest, most desperate prayer.

“i know you’re up there fucking with me, you piece of shit. please never let me see him ever again. i beg you.”

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so this producer i know of in texas worked with this young artist who was in a school shooting. he came out of the school shooting completely unscathed but, afterwards, felt inspired to write a song about it.

so he wrote a diss track about the school shooter.

please. i beg you. just listen to this masterpiece.

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Cat from Kennedy Park in Lima, Peru (via vsco.co)