My Street, My Body, My Right: I’m fourteen, running late for Global Studies. Breakfastless, I bolt...
Love you girl. Haven’t spoken to you in awhile, but you continue to inspire me, and i miss you everyday.
This brings back so many… horror stories from those hunter years that just seemed “normal” but it shouldn’t have been.
mystreetmybodymyright:
I’m fourteen, running late for Global Studies. Breakfastless, I bolt out the door to catch the six. Instead of turning right as usual at Lexington Avenue, I take the shortcut to the station. They’re sitting at the front stoops again, right where the houses end and the deli begins. It’s humid,…
10:33 pm |
March 21 2012
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home in just two days!
queenabeana214:

i think i’ve been really looking forward to home this time… I need time to breathe..
2:58 am |
October 6 2011
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“The past isn’t dead, it isn’t even past.”
— William Faulkner
8:24 pm |
October 1 2011
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i actually can’t wait to be back next week <3
(via benjaminfang)
1:16 am |
September 30 2011
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