Seven Years
I’ve been thinking about trauma a lot lately. I know, not necessarily the most light hearted way to start, but I’m hoping to entice you with my brevity and deep, deep thoughts at the top of this post.
I’ve been thinking about trauma a lot lately. I know, not necessarily the most light hearted way to start, but I’m hoping to entice you with my brevity and deep, deep thoughts at the top of this post.
At this point, we can all agree that 2016 was absolutely horrible. From hashtags to news articles, everyone everywhere decided that this year was a gigantic dumpster fire never to be spoken of again. And while that very well may be true, despite the magnificent horribleness of this trashcan year, Black people proved to be the
The Christmas movie market has been oversaturated for what feels like forever, ballooning as big as Santa’s own bag of gifts. Luckily for us, that means that there are plenty of Christmas movies featuring and starring Black people! There are so many new Black holiday masterpieces, like The Best Man Holiday and This Christmas and
Less than six months ago, I wrote a post titled “The Dangers of White Faves” in which I made a case for my anxiety regarding being a fan of white celebrities because you never know if/when they will say something racist. I specifically mentioned my tortured love of Grey’s Anatomy as an example since there’s so
Short post today. Wasn’t planning on writing this, but someone keeps commenting long ass comments on my blog posts as if I’m gonna read the whole thing; as if you’re entitled to my time with your nonsense. This is for you: Please discontinue commenting on or reading my posts. Think what you want, but this
When I was little, the way I would get over the fear of getting shots at the doctor was to imagine that in ten minutes or so, it would be over and my mom or dad would give me ice cream for being so good. I reasoned with myself that even though it would hurt
I got a job!
The United States of America is a hateful country. I know this isn’t news in the slightest, but it’s just something I don’t always actively think about and when I randomly remember that I’m living in a nation built on hate, it’s jarring.
This is going to be a short post, mainly because today has been a stressful and crazy day for me. But this blog is mine to get all my thoughts and stuff out, so here goes.
‪When I was in high school, I had a best friend who was horrible to me. I had just moved to Cypress, Texas and I was desperate for friends so I latched onto the first person that I could, who turned out to be my neighbor across the street. We were in the same grade