I'm Yvette. I'm 21 years old.
Student [Criminal Justice & American Indian Studies].
Dancer [Jingle Dress].
Hard worker [UPD].
It's nice to meet you :)
why the fuck does everyone in the purge movies want to kill people if crime was legal i’d find a way to erase my student debt and also probably steal a bunch of new clothes
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.
One of the most sinister things about normalized racism is you don’t have to have bad intentions to be racist, you just have to remain ignorant.