“My mother told me that you can’t cure depression,
that taking pills wouldn’t fix me and taking six
instead of the prescribed two definitely wasn’t
going to speed up the process. But I met a boy
who tasted better than Prozac. He made it easier
to get out of bed. He kissed me like I was
I feel so wrong calling nighas daddy, like I have a father. He would be so upset with me.
That’s what makes it so lovely to hear and dirty to say.
Anonymous said: you slap and spit on girls?
Yeah. I’ll throat fuck you, slap you like crazy and spit on you while I call you my princess. All while respecting you as a female.
-You know you’ll be ok, but you still feel awful.
-You know people love you, but it doesn’t feel like they do.
-You know doing something will make you feel better, but you just don’t know how to.
-You want to be well, but you just can’t seem to get there.
SOMEONE SAID IT