she wrote... she smoked...
Slow dancing in my room, with the light dimmed low, Corinne Bailey in the background singing mellow blues. A joint lit and a glass of wine as I write some sections of my thesis. 27 years old, fully paid PhD, black woman, an orphan. So many odds…
I feel acutely connected to all the other black femme academics that have gone before me, with a joint between their fingers. Weaving together the words on the page as they fight the material and immaterial hurdles of academia.
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CHOOSE YOUR FIGHTER!
i’m so depressed i act like it’s my birthday…every day!! 🥳
i’m so obsessed with him but he avoids me…like the plague!! 😆
i cry a lot but i am so productive…it’s an art!! 🥰
close ups under the cut <3
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i love my big ass coffee🫡 (chemistry is gonna make me kms)
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