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.
nawl son they just think you have a weird fetish for dead underground railroad heroes and they scared to talk about it with you.
hahaaa oh my god.