brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers

Hi. I'm Allie. 29. She/Her...Los Angeles.

Fat, Black, Naturalista.

Tell me what you're gonna do about it?

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lizzo

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getinmelanin011:

🥱😭💀

Yeah, fitting for a Monday

curranwalters:

vibe check

your last three used emojis are your vibes.

🙄🤬🤦🏾‍♀️

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stuckinreversemode:

Shaft (2019, dir. Tim Story)

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onyourleftbooob:

onyourleftbooob:

This is more relevant than ever. Anti-immigration fearmongering is only and only a racism problem.

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tony stark after he argues with steve and then rips out the iv drip:

steve, when he is lurking in the 1970′s and he sees peggy carter

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steve, after telling sam and bucky that he was going to BRB but then dialing “1 way ticket to jim crow days plz” on the time machine.

red skull, having had no entertainment for over half a century, watching nat and clint beat the shit out of each other after he told them what they had to do

2014 Thanos…getting transported to 2023….not knowing what his future self did…and being confronted by scarlet witch because he destroyed her microwave

Black widow and Hawkeye in Vormir

captain marvel, carrying nebula’s and tony’s ship back to safety

Steve, when Sam asked him about the ring on his finger

Dr Strange, when Tony looked at him

the first thing Sam says to Steve after he has been dead for 5 years:

scarlet johansson as black widow, on the streets of tokyo….waiting and watching for hawkeye (as ronin) to kill all of those asian people before intervening:

Steve, after he is finished with returning the infinity stones back to their respective timelines and he goes to the 1940′s, showing up at Peggy and her husband’s home to wreck it and break up their marriage

Peggy’s husband[off screen]:

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Captain Marvel, going through Thanos’ spaceship 

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getinmelanin011:

westafricanbaby:

hi-imkingdavid:

Mostly because niggas don’t know how to dance without tryna use they hands to explore every part of the woman’s body.

Or the fact that you dance with a nigga and somehow that nigga thinks he possesses her the whole night

Or the fact that niggas think that anything they do in the club that involves a woman means that they entitled to take her home.

Or the fact that these niggas will try to bruise and break shawtys ass and back because they think dancing is pounding the girls ass into oblivion instead of using they hips thus also killing two birds with one stone showing the women that u also can’t fuck because the nature of the dance mostly replicated fucking. (You’d prolly learn something watching the girls dance with each other)

Or the fact that y'all niggas can’t take rejection. Can’t tell a nigga no if they came and just danced on they homegirls

Or the fact that y'all niggas dirty

Or the fact that y'all niggas disrespectful

This can keep going

^^^He did not miss a single point AT ALL!!! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

Facts on facts on faaaaaaacts!!!

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Question:

Any other black fanfic writers you can recommend? Loving your stories btw💕

Answer:

muse-of-mbaku:

royallyprincesslilly:

Hey anon,

Thank you so much for reading my stories. I appreciate the support. 💕

~~~~~~~~

There are so many black writers on this site. I cannot say I know them all but I wish I did. A few of the AMAZING and TALENTED black writers I have encountered during my short time here are:

@uzumaki-rebellion @sonofnjobu @muse-of-mbaku @cocothewriter @lady-olive-oil @kumkaniudaku @oceanscorazon @plussizeappreciationfics @terrablaze514 @sweettea-and-honeybutter @lavitabella87 @babygirlofwakanda @theunsweetenedtruth @airis-paris14 @great-neckpectations @laketaj24 @mbakusthrone @stillevansbae @dangerouslovefanfic @madamslayyy @dacreskars @wakandan-flowerz @jbrizzywrites @wakandamama


My goodness that’s a lot but not nearly everyone.

Can anyone add on to this list please. If you’re black and write and aren’t here add yourself and anyone you know.

Let’s show out!!!

@devnicolee @princessstevens @artisticestheticreads @ghostfacekill-monger @wakandanblogger @supersizemeplz @opalsandlace @bakarilennox @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers @dynastylnoire @eerythingisshaka @erikismybitch @goddessofthundathighs @hoopshoney @hearteyes-for-killmonger @killmoncoochie @kumkaniudaku @killmongersgurl @oceanscorazon @panthergoddessbast @youcantkillamutant @yaachtynoboat711

Thank you 💗💗💗

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In history class...

onlyblackgirl:

“White people built america”

“Columbus is a hero”

“Manifest Destiny" 

“Survival of the fittest" 

“Slavery, segregation, some MLK & Rosa Parks happened, end of racism”

“The Melting Pot" 

“Land of the free/opportunity" 

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momobaby227:

This fic is phenomenal just *chef’s kiss*

marvelmaree:

Please read this fic!!! It’s so good and sweet and wholesome 💖💖💖💖💖 I’ve been thinking about it all day lol

brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers:

First Date || Sam Wilson x Reader

AN: So a few days ago @bribrisback and I had an long convo about Scandal. And while this isn’t about that Sam’s monologue at the beginning is based in Jake and Olivia’s first date. Sooo…thats that. Guhbye.


AN2: I realize no one asked for this I truly do…


“Hi. Sorry I’m late. I got caught up with a huge order and then I had to run home and change…” You smile at Sam politely. You’d met twice before and he’d charmed you into setting a dinner date.

“Can I have the check please?” Sam asks the waiter.

“The check?” You question a perfect brow arched in his direction. Yes you were late but you’d called and texted and he was the one who wanted to go out with…

“Yes the check.” He nods at the waiter graciously. “This is not a date place. This is stuffy. It’s cold. It’s for meetings and amicable divorces. I am not a client. This isn’t a meeting. This is a date. And I don’t mean to insult you, you chose this place it might even be fantastic but this isn’t where you go for a date. We dressed up, I came here we were very polite but I can feel this going badly and I don’t want it to. This…place…is where dates come to die. And in case you didn’t know, I’m a hero. I save people, places, things. Nouns. I’m a saver of nouns. So I am saving our future relationship.” He grins wide and it’s alarmingly bright in the low ambient light of the chandeliers above. “This is a date. We’ll talk. Realize we have exceptional chemistry. Learn things about each other. And if all goes well there will be,” Sam casts a long hot look at you or rather at your lips, “kissing. Hot, tempting, breathtaking kissing. Then I will take you home and call you tomorrow afternoon.” Sam signs the slip of paper and stands wine bottle and glasses in hand. He holds his free hand out to you and you stare up at him incredulously. “You are…stunning. By the way.”

You can’t help but give him your hand and stand gathering your purse. He smiles at you and directs you to the door.

“Did you drive?” He asks.

You shake your head. You’d showered at and taken a cab from work. He nods back at you and goes to hail a cab.

“Good. I’m taking you to the best date spot in ALL of Brooklyn.”

You look up, up, up into his eyes challenging as he holds the door for you.

“That’s a…huge claim.” You say with barely a breath between you.

“I’m the falcon baby, I see everything. Trust me.”

The line is cheesy. And on any other nigga you’d have laughed at him. But something about him makes your skin pimple and your breath catch instead. You slide in without further comment.

You chat for the short ride from Manhattan into Brooklyn. You pass your building and three blocks later you point out your shop. Sam shows you where Afropunk takes place and the elementary school he tutors at.

He has the taxi stop in front of a beautiful ivy covered brownstone, one you’d admired before, and leads you through an iron gate at the side of the yard and up on a solid ladder at the back of the house.

You emerge on a rooftop so beautiful it takes your breath away.


Sam startles you out of your shock when he flips a switch and the lights come on. Not many but enough to enhance the beauty of the greenery surrounding you.

“Did I deliver?”

“Not bad…” You smile at him and he grins back.

“Not bad…alright Pretty. Come sit. The pizza will be here in a second.” Just as he says it a suspiciously familiar red and blue figure swings by handing Sam a pizza then disappears.

“Did…did you just have Spider-Man deliver you a pizza?” You’re gaping at him openly.

“Kid owes me. I’m technically his boss. Don’t worry about it. Come sit.”

You do, mostly wondering what you’d gotten yourself into.

Sam is right. It is the best date you’ve ever been on. He’s funny and kind. He sits close enough to touch your arm, the ends of your curls, and to knock his knee into yours playfully. Just close enough to tease.

“…and I’m standing there ass out soaking wet and my mom says, sure do take after your daddy.” You laugh out loud doubling over. “She just sat my towel down and walked out.” You wipe tears from your face. “Go ahead and laugh.” He’s chuckling too.

“Oh good lord almighty that was funny.” You giggle which turns into a yawn.

“C'mon Pretty, let’s get you home.” He says.

You nod and follow him over the side and down the ladder into the waiting taxi. You fit perfectly against his side on the short ride to your own brownstone and can’t help turning your face into the space between his neck and shoulder inhaling slightly.

The car stops and he gets out asking the driver to wait a few houses down. You take his hand and lead him upstairs and to your door where he waits a good distance away to let you unlock it. You look at him over your shoulder coy and tempting.

“So how’d I do y/N?”

You place your purse on the end table inside and put in the latch in the way of the door so it wouldn’t lock you out.

“Not bad. 80%.”

“80% C'mon! A private rooftop. Best pizza in existence and a dope wine? What’d I miss? I’m chasing that hundred?”

“I was told there’d be kissing…” You say suddenly shy.

Sam doesn’t say anything just pulls you to him with an arm around your waist the other tucked against your neck caressing the curls there while his mouth gives and takes from you. He kisses your breathless, legless you soon discover as he pulls away and your knees buckle.

He sips gentle kisses from you until you’re both shocked by a horn.

“I better go.”

You nod and he holds your door open indulging in one more long kiss before he allows you to shut it. When you do you slump against it and beam stupidly.

Your phone buzzes and you retrieve it from the end table smiling harder at the message.

“Are you free Saturday? I’d like to earn that 100.”

“How about you come over and I’ll cook? My turn to impress.”

“No need you’ve been fucking up the curve since the day I saw you. I’d love anything you want to make for me. I’ll bring the wine.”

“Leave the Spider at home.”

“Deal. Goodnight Pretty.”

💗 thank you

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marvelmaree:

Please read this fic!!! It’s so good and sweet and wholesome 💖💖💖💖💖 I’ve been thinking about it all day lol

brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers:

First Date || Sam Wilson x Reader

AN: So a few days ago @bribrisback and I had an long convo about Scandal. And while this isn’t about that Sam’s monologue at the beginning is based in Jake and Olivia’s first date. Sooo…thats that. Guhbye.


AN2: I realize no one asked for this I truly do…


“Hi. Sorry I’m late. I got caught up with a huge order and then I had to run home and change…” You smile at Sam politely. You’d met twice before and he’d charmed you into setting a dinner date.

“Can I have the check please?” Sam asks the waiter.

“The check?” You question a perfect brow arched in his direction. Yes you were late but you’d called and texted and he was the one who wanted to go out with…

“Yes the check.” He nods at the waiter graciously. “This is not a date place. This is stuffy. It’s cold. It’s for meetings and amicable divorces. I am not a client. This isn’t a meeting. This is a date. And I don’t mean to insult you, you chose this place it might even be fantastic but this isn’t where you go for a date. We dressed up, I came here we were very polite but I can feel this going badly and I don’t want it to. This…place…is where dates come to die. And in case you didn’t know, I’m a hero. I save people, places, things. Nouns. I’m a saver of nouns. So I am saving our future relationship.” He grins wide and it’s alarmingly bright in the low ambient light of the chandeliers above. “This is a date. We’ll talk. Realize we have exceptional chemistry. Learn things about each other. And if all goes well there will be,” Sam casts a long hot look at you or rather at your lips, “kissing. Hot, tempting, breathtaking kissing. Then I will take you home and call you tomorrow afternoon.” Sam signs the slip of paper and stands wine bottle and glasses in hand. He holds his free hand out to you and you stare up at him incredulously. “You are…stunning. By the way.”

You can’t help but give him your hand and stand gathering your purse. He smiles at you and directs you to the door.

“Did you drive?” He asks.

You shake your head. You’d showered at and taken a cab from work. He nods back at you and goes to hail a cab.

“Good. I’m taking you to the best date spot in ALL of Brooklyn.”

You look up, up, up into his eyes challenging as he holds the door for you.

“That’s a…huge claim.” You say with barely a breath between you.

“I’m the falcon baby, I see everything. Trust me.”

The line is cheesy. And on any other nigga you’d have laughed at him. But something about him makes your skin pimple and your breath catch instead. You slide in without further comment.

You chat for the short ride from Manhattan into Brooklyn. You pass your building and three blocks later you point out your shop. Sam shows you where Afropunk takes place and the elementary school he tutors at.

He has the taxi stop in front of a beautiful ivy covered brownstone, one you’d admired before, and leads you through an iron gate at the side of the yard and up on a solid ladder at the back of the house.

You emerge on a rooftop so beautiful it takes your breath away.


Sam startles you out of your shock when he flips a switch and the lights come on. Not many but enough to enhance the beauty of the greenery surrounding you.

“Did I deliver?”

“Not bad…” You smile at him and he grins back.

“Not bad…alright Pretty. Come sit. The pizza will be here in a second.” Just as he says it a suspiciously familiar red and blue figure swings by handing Sam a pizza then disappears.

“Did…did you just have Spider-Man deliver you a pizza?” You’re gaping at him openly.

“Kid owes me. I’m technically his boss. Don’t worry about it. Come sit.”

You do, mostly wondering what you’d gotten yourself into.

Sam is right. It is the best date you’ve ever been on. He’s funny and kind. He sits close enough to touch your arm, the ends of your curls, and to knock his knee into yours playfully. Just close enough to tease.

“…and I’m standing there ass out soaking wet and my mom says, sure do take after your daddy.” You laugh out loud doubling over. “She just sat my towel down and walked out.” You wipe tears from your face. “Go ahead and laugh.” He’s chuckling too.

“Oh good lord almighty that was funny.” You giggle which turns into a yawn.

“C'mon Pretty, let’s get you home.” He says.

You nod and follow him over the side and down the ladder into the waiting taxi. You fit perfectly against his side on the short ride to your own brownstone and can’t help turning your face into the space between his neck and shoulder inhaling slightly.

The car stops and he gets out asking the driver to wait a few houses down. You take his hand and lead him upstairs and to your door where he waits a good distance away to let you unlock it. You look at him over your shoulder coy and tempting.

“So how’d I do y/N?”

You place your purse on the end table inside and put in the latch in the way of the door so it wouldn’t lock you out.

“Not bad. 80%.”

“80% C'mon! A private rooftop. Best pizza in existence and a dope wine? What’d I miss? I’m chasing that hundred?”

“I was told there’d be kissing…” You say suddenly shy.

Sam doesn’t say anything just pulls you to him with an arm around your waist the other tucked against your neck caressing the curls there while his mouth gives and takes from you. He kisses your breathless, legless you soon discover as he pulls away and your knees buckle.

He sips gentle kisses from you until you’re both shocked by a horn.

“I better go.”

You nod and he holds your door open indulging in one more long kiss before he allows you to shut it. When you do you slump against it and beam stupidly.

Your phone buzzes and you retrieve it from the end table smiling harder at the message.

“Are you free Saturday? I’d like to earn that 100.”

“How about you come over and I’ll cook? My turn to impress.”

“No need you’ve been fucking up the curve since the day I saw you. I’d love anything you want to make for me. I’ll bring the wine.”

“Leave the Spider at home.”

“Deal. Goodnight Pretty.”

💗💗💗

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brandybrandybrandy:

@brandybrandybrandy

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randomslasher:

excalibelle:

chizuu:

chizuu:

i genuinely hope anyone ages 13-15 on this website (or, god forbid, younger) stays safe and keeps their private information secure and really private 

please, if you’re really young on tumblr, try not to get swept up in the discourse and the tremendous amount of arguing with strangers that goes on here. i know you probably feel mature for your age but this website, like, really psychologically affects youth, and i encourage you to be cautious about your interactions with people on here

 please, kiddos, stay safe

additionally, for my young, non-adult followers,

  • depression memes about wanting to die aren’t a healthy coping mechanism and can lead to worsening symptoms of your own mental health if overindulged in
  • you are not garbage. or trash. i know these terms are popular on here, but you shouldn’t be calling yourself that. you have everything you need inside of you to become your best self, even if it’s hard to see that
  • seriously, really don’t trust adults who want to date you. don’t trust adults who call you hot, flirt with you, ask you sexual questions, or ask you for nudes. (that last one is VERY illegal, also, please get help from a trusted non-creepy adult if this happens to you)
  • the opinions of complete strangers who aren’t interacting with you typically aren’t worth it. move on, use the block button. it’s not worth engaging with people who are going to make you feel awful or unsafe
  • take breaks from tumblr if it’s getting really stressful for you. talk to friends if you’ve got em, play a videogame or do whatever it is that can take your mind off the massive amounts of Hell on this website
  • recovery is good. it’s really, really good. if you’re having mental health issues, please seek out help if you can, or ask a trusted adult or friend for guidance. you are not alone. don’t let this website make you feel like you are

I started tumblr in 6th grade. Im now 20. I can back up ALL of this and wish I’d known this when i was younger bc i did myself a lot of harm online in my teen years.

Please, its not just annoying paranoid adults being overprotective or “not getting it.” please take this advice and be safe.

Above all, develop and enforce your personal boundaries and trust your gut, always. Never letting anyone (including yourself) cross them or talk you into things youre even a little uncomfortable with, or convince you your gut feeling is wrong. Thats about the best one rule you can follow even as an adult to be safe. If you won’t follow any others, just follow that one, please.

Ngl I’m 35 and I found reading this a useful reminder. Even as adults we need to remember to moderate our time spent engaging in intense discourse, and remember to pick our battles. I’ve had some of my worst moments because I was having horrible RSD responses to the words of random strangers, many of whom were probably young enough to be my children. 

Just because they’re words doesn’t mean they can’t hurt, even if you are old enough that you think you should “know better.” Take a break, friends. 

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thundaja:

anthonii-chan:

Black Friday is over and my manager slapped me with $10,000

reblog the money gamestop to get beat over the head with cash

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Question:

There was a story forever ago and I can't find it on youre page. It definitely mbaku and reader and he has past out. Then he promises eight orgasms. I'm sure I saw it on youre page.

Answer:

muse-of-mbaku:

Whew! It’s called Watch by @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers.




I forgot about this 🤣🤣🤣

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getinmelanin011:

good-ho-mens:

good-ho-mens:

good-ho-mens:

good-ho-mens:

good-ho-mens:

good-ho-mens:

So there’s this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And I’m sitting there sweating because like… I’m wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and he’s the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say ‘I can and will kill you’. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes, “So. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?”

To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went, “You get it.”

I said, “Yep.” He fistbumped me, and on went our lives.

Oh! I forgot to mention! I saw him at lunch the same day, and he ran up to me, tapped me on the shoulder, pointed at this super sweet girl who comes to GSA and asked if she’s gay. I told him he should ask her because that’s not my place and he said he would.

I thought that would be the end of it.

Except ten minutes later he came back and told me he found out (she’s bi) and that both of us have a shot. I said “You more than me.” because he’s attractive and popular. 

But this wholesome dumbass looked really confused and asked, “Because I’m tall?’

So this isn’t lesbian/jock solidarity but I thought you guys would want to know-

My math teacher was trying to fix the rolling whiteboard and he just offhand said “This would be easier with a wrench”

And deadass, dudebro said “Hang on” and then proceeded to pull a fucking wrench out of his backpack

Update- after school today he saw me in the library and he didn’t say anything? He just pointed at the book he was holding and I gave him a thumbs up because it’s a pretty good book, and he went “Yes!” Really quiet and pumped his fist and then left

Okay so today he asked me if I know how to help people having a panic attack and I was like yeah? And he smiled at me and then went “cool I think I’m having one”

And I was like what the fuck Colin we’re in the middle of Tech class sit down and we went out in the hall and sat there for a while and he told me about the test he’s stressed about so we kind of went over his study guide and when he was feeling better he kind of like… smacked his head against mine gently? And I helped him up even though he’s almost a foot taller than me and yeah

Today at lunch we walked to the football field and laid in the grass and I told him thank you for being my friend (because I don’t have that many) and fistbumped me and said, “You always looked so nice and chill, how could I not want to be your friend?”

And honestly y’all, I would’ve started crying if he hadn’t sneezed and accidentally smacked me

It keeps getting better. I could cry!!!

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Question:

Surprise, mothafucka. Bet u thought ud seen the last of me! There’s been a certain 13 sec clip goin round of a certain celeb sticking a certain sumthin in an unknown girl’s a$$. That part don’t matter. The way he talkin is what matter. Because when Sam wilson gets u in the right position to take him deeper than u ever thot possible, he’s gon tell u, “there u go, relax, relax....I’ll fuck every hole you got, pretty bird.” TAKE THAT, BROWNSUGAR! The SamBird collective thanks u for your time!

Answer:

brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers:

“Saaaam…” You moan.

Sam smacks a hand to your ass and grips the meat spreading your cheeks. He’s halfway inside your asshole pressing forward just a little more with each thrust.

“That’s it Sugarplum…relax.” He murmurs shifting forward a bit more. “Told you, gonna fuck every single one of your holes….shit…relax baby.”

You whimper and arch your back just as he slides in further stretching you impossibly. It hurts but his hand teasing your clit is a great distraction making your body shiver and buck against him.

Finally, finally, hes deep inside. You’re both panting and adjusting. He lays over you buried deep inside you. His body covers yours completely and the weight of him forces him even deeper and you gasp.

“Damn baby. You feel so good.” He says. He kisses your neck and sits up. His hands grip your hips and pull you up onto your knees. He fucks you. Pure and simple. You’re screaming. A mess under his hands and on his dick.

By the time you cum you have tears rolling down your face.

Sam pulls out and rolls you into his arms. He kisses you softly petting your skin until you open your eyes.

“Hey…”

“Hey, he says.” You sass. A look of pride comes over his face at your hoarse voice.

“I’m going to run a bath.” He says. “Don’t want you to be sore.”

You kiss his chest sleepily.

“I love you Wilson.”

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To be clear…I don’t know what video you’re talking about. So I hope I did this justice.

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rissque:

bvdhxney:

lyonnnss:

meatgod:

im-so-3008:

image

I definitely need it today, meatGod approved

damn i hope everything going ok meatGod :(

Fuck👑

😂😂

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kindnotestoself:

Seasonal depression is no joke. The sun is setting at 4pm, it’s cold and it’s dark. It’s easy to feel hopeless. So reach out. Talk with friends, Have a nice hot glass of tea (or coco, or coffee, whatever makes you happy!) Invest in a SAD light therapy device, Eat plenty of food with Vitamin D, and remember better days are coming

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