Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003)
to my mentor
Dear Amy,
You saw something in me that others didn’t. You took me seriously when they all thought I was kidding. You didn’t blink an eye when I came to class with 3 backpacks. You graded my papers fair and square and I really liked that. You didn’t even mind when I brought my pet rat to class. You led me through some rough times, and without you I doubt I’d have passed. I’m so thankful I ever met you, you treated me like a person. When I was broke and homeless you were my constant through all the pain I was immersed in. There were times I couldn’t speak to my own blood and you stepped in to help. Thank you for meeting privately with my mom, I never got a chance to say that out loud. Thanks for reading all my essays. Thanks for being there when no one else could. I remember one time I was short on bus money and you gave me some even though I swore I was good. Thanks for paying attention, even if you had an off day. Thanks for giving me all that direction, without you I might have been swayed. I remember the summer after senior year, when I came to your house to pick up my diploma, the last time I saw you your family cooked you a nice salmon dinner but you made the time to tell me I mattered. I graduated and got a job, but I never forgot what you did. You made me feel human when no one else could , I don’t think you even knew how much love you gave this once hopeless kid.
-Maya
I can’t sleep
It’s stupid
They found a body in surf in shell beach
And identified it as my old teacher
She was one of they only people who ever liked my writing
It used to bring her to tears
When she’d read essays about my deepest fears
My best friend came home from Santa Cruz and told me she killed her self
I don’t believe it
How could someone who saw so much hope in me just up and leave?
It must’ve been an accident
I know her family didn’t see this coming and now they’ve gotta deal with it
So many people knew her
On her wall they call her lovely
I’ll see them at her service
I wonder who will speak
And if I’ll be too nervous
I wonder if spirits exist
And she can hear my writing
I wonder if spirits cry
I wonder if I’m even invited
smoke to keep it melloooooooow
Drake literally raps about his mortgage s adding up to 3 million like fuck you drake buy me a new binder and some new jeans
am i a child or a gangster
idk if u guys know Hanna b but her blog is A+ and her personality is A+++++++
