I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. how come you can’t be there for me when I need you the most?
abwhoretion: I have a tab open of a picture of Harriett Tubman that I switch to whenever my parents walk in and think I’m doing homework. I think I’ve been doing it since fifth grade idk why they haven’t caught on I just stare intently at the picture until they leave.
Why are you sad?” “Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with...– Anna Karina, Pierrot Le Fou