catching yourself having problematic thoughts and getting upset about it. really understanding just how ingrained your privilege still is even when you try your best to remain educated and aware of yourself. having to remind yourself not to profile based on race or gender stereotypes or to speak over the voices of the trans* community or poc’s because you are a white, cisgendered girl and sometimes your place is to sit down, shut up, and fucking listen
I need you
and a cigarettethe difference being
I have a pack of cigarettes
in the front pocket of my jacketbut I don’t have you
coiled up in my lungs—if I could, I’d rather have
you in my jacket and
the cigarettes far away.









