I have a tab open of a picture of Harriett Tubman that I switch to whenever my parents walk in and think I’m doing homework.
I think I’ve been doing it since fifth grade idk why they haven’t caught on I just stare intently at the picture until they leave.
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.
— Billy, age 4 (via bambi-no)
who cares if school doesn’t teach us how to raise a family or get a job like at least I can find the area of a triangle.