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mamacitadols3 months agoText

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ghettoinuyasha:

yelnatszeroni:

dasativasage:

kingdomheartsddd:

I hope black girls with depression have a good day today.

I hope black girls with Anxiety have a great day today

I hope my black girls with schizophrenia and bipolar disorder have a great day

i hope my black girls w personality disorders and PTSD have a good day today

I hope black girls with ADHD and/or autism have a good day

I hope black girls suffering from chronic pain have a good day

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mamacitadols3 months agoText

vinylhazza:

that鈥檚 all. that鈥檚 all i wanted to say.

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mamacitadols4 months agoText

crabdemort:

there is not a single reason to not reblog this

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mamacitadols4 months agoText

krxs100:

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BREAKING NEWS鉂

Atlanta Police Walkout In Protest Following Murder Charge Against Officer Who Shot Rayshard Brooks

The head of Atlanta鈥檚 police union confirmed Wednesday June 17th, 2020 that officers from the Atlanta Police Department in Zones 3 and 6 walked off the job Wednesday afternoon.聽聽

Vince Champion, southeast regional director of the International Brotherhood of Police officers, said that police officers had stopped answering calls midshift, in response to charges against Officer Garrett Rolfe who is accused of murdering Rayshard Brooks in Atlanta.

Police are doing what they call the BlueFlu:聽a strike action, especially among police officers, in which workers are absent on the pretext of 鈥渟ickness鈥.

#WAKEUP

Follow here for more news

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mamacitadols5 months agoText

me and my cousins ar going to a protests and we need tips and other essential steps in order to be safe! pls let me know anything that could help us

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mamacitadols5 months agoText

spidaerman:

if you鈥檙e white and are protesting, please, please listen to this. if you鈥檙e white and have white friends protesting, let them know

this all blows in the face of Black and brown people protesting

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mamacitadols5 months agoText

Our generation is going to change the system. No matter how long it takes, I just know that we will the change everyone needs.

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mamacitadols7 months agoText

mamacitadols:

This fanfic is on my Wattpad (link in my bio 馃槉).
This is an OC fic, and a Grayson one so yea, this is for my Gray girls :)))

Warnings: sensitive topics such as depression

聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲柌鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹

March 13

I find it hard to believe that a single pill can keep someone sane. A cheery yellow pill is expected to raise everyone鈥檚 mood, and magically make everything okay. That鈥檚 a lot of pressure for a small capsule. I guess people can trust these pills. Even if it means they have to magically make these people happy.

I鈥檓 not sure if I trust this pill, but so far its my only option.

The doctors call it clinical depression, but I like to pull it off as writers-block. It makes it easier to talk to people, because people rather hear about me not being able to write than me being depressed. I guess people don鈥檛 like to hear about that stuff. Its almost like everyone tries to avoid taking about things like that. Almost like that admitting that they鈥檙e depressed will hinder their image.

I鈥檝e had my writers-block for a year now. After my writing peaked last year, I was starting to face changes, and now I have to take a pill a day. My yellow pill.

The magical tablet that is supposed to fix me.

I brush my hair behind my ear, and sit down on my sofa. My apartment wasn鈥檛 very shabby. 聽managed to make some money, and I was able to get myself a nice place in Manhattan. I have a room, a decent kitchen, and a studio filled with nothing.

I always wanted to fill up the room with things that inspire me, but the white walls have nothing on them, and only a single chair sits in the room with a desk. When I first got the apartment, I did a good job of filling up the rooms accordingly, and making everything functional, but that room became neglected after my writers-block.

I looked at the bumblebee book on the coffee table in front of me. I urged to take a look at the number and call him, but I was scared it was some sort of hoax.

The curiosity got to me, and I grabbed my phone and opened up the book to where the number was. It dialed for a bit, but then a hollow voice spoke. 鈥淗ello?鈥

I panicked and didn鈥檛 know what to say. One word came to mind and that鈥檚 all I said, 鈥淚nspiration.鈥

鈥淚 knew you would call,鈥 he responded. 鈥淎nyways, do you think you can meet up?鈥

鈥淣ow?鈥

鈥淵es,鈥

鈥淚ts 8 pm,鈥

鈥淚t鈥檒l be worth it, I promise,鈥

聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲柌鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹

if you want to read more of Soulful, head over to my Wattpad, where you鈥檒l find my other fan fics聽 (they鈥檙e all OC) and yea, I hope you like it :)

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mamacitadols7 months agoText

mamacitadols:

This fanfic is on my Wattpad (link in my bio 馃槉).
This is an OC fic, and a Grayson one so yea, this is for my Gray girls :)))

Warnings: sensitive topics such as depression

聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲柌鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹

March 13

I find it hard to believe that a single pill can keep someone sane. A cheery yellow pill is expected to raise everyone鈥檚 mood, and magically make everything okay. That鈥檚 a lot of pressure for a small capsule. I guess people can trust these pills. Even if it means they have to magically make these people happy.

I鈥檓 not sure if I trust this pill, but so far its my only option.

The doctors call it clinical depression, but I like to pull it off as writers-block. It makes it easier to talk to people, because people rather hear about me not being able to write than me being depressed. I guess people don鈥檛 like to hear about that stuff. Its almost like everyone tries to avoid taking about things like that. Almost like that admitting that they鈥檙e depressed will hinder their image.

I鈥檝e had my writers-block for a year now. After my writing peaked last year, I was starting to face changes, and now I have to take a pill a day. My yellow pill.

The magical tablet that is supposed to fix me.

I brush my hair behind my ear, and sit down on my sofa. My apartment wasn鈥檛 very shabby. 聽managed to make some money, and I was able to get myself a nice place in Manhattan. I have a room, a decent kitchen, and a studio filled with nothing.

I always wanted to fill up the room with things that inspire me, but the white walls have nothing on them, and only a single chair sits in the room with a desk. When I first got the apartment, I did a good job of filling up the rooms accordingly, and making everything functional, but that room became neglected after my writers-block.

I looked at the bumblebee book on the coffee table in front of me. I urged to take a look at the number and call him, but I was scared it was some sort of hoax.

The curiosity got to me, and I grabbed my phone and opened up the book to where the number was. It dialed for a bit, but then a hollow voice spoke. 鈥淗ello?鈥

I panicked and didn鈥檛 know what to say. One word came to mind and that鈥檚 all I said, 鈥淚nspiration.鈥

鈥淚 knew you would call,鈥 he responded. 鈥淎nyways, do you think you can meet up?鈥

鈥淣ow?鈥

鈥淵es,鈥

鈥淚ts 8 pm,鈥

鈥淚t鈥檒l be worth it, I promise,鈥

聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲柌鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹

if you want to read more of Soulful, head over to my Wattpad, where you鈥檒l find my other fan fics聽 (they鈥檙e all OC) and yea, I hope you like it :)

Make sure to check it out 馃檪

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mamacitadols7 months agoText

This fanfic is on my Wattpad (link in my bio 馃槉).
This is an OC fic, and a Grayson one so yea, this is for my Gray girls :)))

Warnings: sensitive topics such as depression

聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲柌鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹

March 13

I find it hard to believe that a single pill can keep someone sane. A cheery yellow pill is expected to raise everyone’s mood, and magically make everything okay. That’s a lot of pressure for a small capsule. I guess people can trust these pills. Even if it means they have to magically make these people happy.

I’m not sure if I trust this pill, but so far its my only option.

The doctors call it clinical depression, but I like to pull it off as writers-block. It makes it easier to talk to people, because people rather hear about me not being able to write than me being depressed. I guess people don’t like to hear about that stuff. Its almost like everyone tries to avoid taking about things like that. Almost like that admitting that they’re depressed will hinder their image.

I’ve had my writers-block for a year now. After my writing peaked last year, I was starting to face changes, and now I have to take a pill a day. My yellow pill.

The magical tablet that is supposed to fix me.

I brush my hair behind my ear, and sit down on my sofa. My apartment wasn’t very shabby. 聽managed to make some money, and I was able to get myself a nice place in Manhattan. I have a room, a decent kitchen, and a studio filled with nothing.

I always wanted to fill up the room with things that inspire me, but the white walls have nothing on them, and only a single chair sits in the room with a desk. When I first got the apartment, I did a good job of filling up the rooms accordingly, and making everything functional, but that room became neglected after my writers-block.

I looked at the bumblebee book on the coffee table in front of me. I urged to take a look at the number and call him, but I was scared it was some sort of hoax.

The curiosity got to me, and I grabbed my phone and opened up the book to where the number was. It dialed for a bit, but then a hollow voice spoke. “Hello?”

I panicked and didn’t know what to say. One word came to mind and that’s all I said, “Inspiration.”

“I knew you would call,” he responded. “Anyways, do you think you can meet up?”

“Now?”

“Yes,”

“Its 8 pm,”

“It’ll be worth it, I promise,”

聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲柌鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹

if you want to read more of Soulful, head over to my Wattpad, where you鈥檒l find my other fan fics聽 (they鈥檙e all OC) and yea, I hope you like it :)

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mamacitadols7 months agoAnswer

hey boo, just wanted to check up and see how you're doing during this whole quarantine thing :)

hey babe!! i鈥檝e been doing pretty good. we鈥檝e been playing basketball in the back yard and everything has been good so far. I鈥檓 just waiting this to be over so I can give someone special a big hug :)聽

聽how are you doing nonny?

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mamacitadols7 months agoText

definitelydolans:

Anyone else dreaming of being quarantined with the twins rn?

sis that and also some McDonald’s

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mamacitadols7 months agoText

Y鈥檃ll…. i made corona cookies 馃檪

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mamacitadols7 months agoText

cutesydolan:

ALL MY GRAY GIRLS REPLY THESE WITH GRAYSON PICTURES FOR PRETENDING HE鈥橲 YOUR BOYFRIEND PLEASE

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