Author: Amaria Sumler

Truth is, I just don’t believe that  i’m cut for your average day love story and relationship. I don’t think i’m cut for any kind of romantic relationship really. I am able find comfort in platonic relations but that’s it.

These are are self realizations and I am perfectly fine with that because I know myself. I know that I won’t allow myself to “belong” or compromise because of how free I am. 

I don’t see myself being able to be in a stable relationship because I can’t seem to care, or make myself care, for someone on that level. I do love people though, my family, my friends, myself! I have a lot of love to give but the selfishness of those who are in a relationship is not good energy in my opinion.

I do not like possessiveness and I surely do not want to be a possession. As the saying goes I am “cut from a different cloth.” I believe that I am free in every aspect, that I don’t belong because I am not rooted in anything, but to the earth itself. I know in my heart that I would like to feel the way others feel about their significant others but I also know that I am not made greed.

I feel as if I belong to the world, that I am one with the universe and many seem to not be able to understand that.

I also have had a bad relationship, which lasted for a year and a half,then ended terribly. Here I am, a better person, and now that I look back on it, it was extremely unhealthy. I knew then that it would end, but I tried to hold on. He gave me no reason to, choosing glitter over saffron. Although being with him helped me gained knowledge as to how and why I don’t work well in exclusive relationships.

I would much rather sit on my own and learn about people from wherever standpoint I find myself, as long as it’s not in the middle of some chaotic high school and 20 something era relationship.

I would like to be my own person, doing my own thing, living my own life, and going wherever I see fit. I am my own person through and through. I am also my art and my heartbreaks and my bad experiences and everything in between.

In the beginning I was unaware of everything around me. I was what a ‘woke’ person would call “sheeple”, a person who acts like sheep, following what they’re told and waiting for the slaughter. When I first learned of being “woke” I was completely astonished. It was a surprise to learn that most of what I’d been told or taught was not true. At the start of my research I started with listening to conscious music, rappers such as Ab-soul, Kendrick Lamar, and Capital Steez who more or less preached about institutionalized racism, overcoming stereotypes pinned on African Americans/African(s). In the process of becoming conscious I’ve learned about feminism, misogyny (the dislike of, contempt for, or ingrained prejudice against women), and hatred towards interracial and same sex couples. I’ve diverged from my old self, the immature, naive, and ever so lost in the world me. I no longer speak badly of others, make racial jokes, or act the role of a stereotypical “light-skinned girl”

While learning about misogyny I’ve discovered many cases, including the ever so on going rape crimes. Misogyny is simply hate towards women, which I believe stemmed from men (and women’s) youth. Starting with mothers, or a lack of, the hatred towards and/or for women come from the lack of love only a mother could give. Misogyny is more common in the Middle East than anywhere else. People there tend to treat their women like less than human. The animals are valued there more than females.

In becoming conscious I also have learned about Buddhism, which is my philosophy. The Golden Rule being “Hurt not others in ways that you yourself would find hurtful” (Udana-Varga 5:18). While practicing Buddhism I have learned to turn all my negative energy into positive behavior. Buddhism is a way of life that I’m glad I’ve come across.

Overall, becoming conscious has turned me into a more mature and understanding person. I no longer make racial jokes or pick on others because of their differences. My consciousness has allowed me to see the world differently, in a new and brighter light, I am no longer a small child who knows no better, I am a young adult who is aware of the world around her.

I am truly exhausted. As an empowered black woman speaking for other empowered black women, I can say that I am tired. Tired of the neglect of my people, the disconnection between races, and the unappreciation from my male counterparts. I am dissatisfied and work entirely too hard to achieve equal rights for my black brothers and sisters to be treated like I am less than such, not only by white people, but my own kin. I cannot stress this enough: I AM IMPORTANT. I am a woman, I am a creator and a destructor. I can both build and break this society with the snap of my fingers. I hold the weight of the world on my shoulders and future generations within my body.

I go underappreciated and misunderstood each day that I walk this earth. And do you know what I get for speaking my mind? I get referred to as an angry black woman! Why must I, the supporter and back bone of this country, be called angry for giving only a piece of a larger part of my mind? My people are treated in a less than humane manner and here I am smiling in the face of by-passers, protesting, and marching for those who are considered less than equal. I have been hosed, bitten by dogs, and kicked out of several places for my race. But worse to come, you and your friends with your “white girl” jokes. Well hell, I’m just as black as you are! Excluding me from certain aspects within my own community because I’m lighter than most, where as I do more for you than half of the “real black” people in this state. Where do I stand in all of this you ask? In the forefront, because I refuse to stand to the side, back, or even middle of this chaos! I will lead. I will represent my people where everyone can witness it regardless of who accepts me and who does not. I will continue to strive for black excellence and racial unity in hopes that I live to see better days. My efforts may continue to go unrecognized but, in the end, it will be me, a part of a greater good, who changes this world for the better. I will rise each day and give my last breath to change and see to it that society sees African American citizens as equal counterparts. I will also use every bit of power in me so that black women are recognized for all that they are worth and given the credit they deserve, without being viewed as “the angry black woman”.

Look into the mirror and realize you want to die.

Like a girl in her teens again obsessing over men who are not yet men and girls who are more woman than you.
First, you will go to class as if nothing ever happened, like everything is fine. You’ll make it to third period before you meet him, and he’ll be wearing your favorite shade of blue.
He’ll notice you immediately, and though you’ve never met before, the intensity of his stare will make you and anyone else think otherwise.
Instead of your name, he asks your major, you say Interior Design. And like smoke seeps into couch cushions, his energy, his power, seeps into you. You don’t want to die as much as you did five hours ago. You crack a smile.
Both of you are coincidentally free in the same hour. You go get coffee. You order a Vanilla Frappe and he orders coffee, black. He calls you cliché for your frappe and you call him bitter for black.
There you are, basking in someone else’s energy, one that’s not your own destructive rage and fury, and you love it. Yet you still don’t know his name, but you don’t care.
He says it’s time for him to go, that he’ll see you some time later, though he’s hesitant to leave.
You don’t pay attention to his farewell, as it’s almost impossible for him to find you on such a campus.
As days go by, you forget him. You are your own energy again, you are consumed.
You are sitting outside of a coffee shop, writing a letter to someone who will never read it. Then there’s a tap on your shoulder, it’s him. In green now, he looks more appealing and although you’ve never liked forests, this shade changes your mind.
He asks you on a date, specifically “would you like to go out some time?”
And you oblige. You haven’t been out in a while, so why not.
You find yourself in a bar, three drinks in and you’re still sober. He’s also on number three but spouting nonsense left and right at whoever walks by. He’s funny, really funny. You laugh so hard that your stomach hurts.
That night when you are alone, you want to die again.
You will see all your insecurities and they will consume you entirely.
You’ll sleep, trying to forget them for now.

wrapped ιn тнe darĸneѕѕ

ѕнe ѕlowly drιғтѕ ιnтo deep ѕlυмвer

yoυ lay тнere

wonderιng wнaт yoυr lιғe ιѕ тoo вecoмe

yoυ wonder wнaт wιll нappen тo yoυ

yoυ υnderѕтand yoυ coυld never вe wιтн нer

yoυ вelιeve yoυrѕelғ тo вe a мonѕтer

and нer.?

ѕнe ιѕ no leѕѕ нυмan тнan yoυrѕelғ

вυт yoυ realιze yoυr ғaυlтѕ & yoυ ĸnow yoυ coυld вrιng нer нarм

вυт ѕнe ιѕ yoυr coυnтer parт

yoυ are тorn вeтween тнeѕe тнoυgнтѕ yoυ pυll нer cloѕe

тнen ѕнe relaхeѕ and yoυ ғeel a вιт вeттer

yoυ тнιnĸ ғor qυιтe a wнιle

yoυ coυld love нer or leave нer

тнιnĸιng and decιdιng

all тнe wнιle drιғтιng oғғ тo ѕleep

тнen yoυr нearт ѕтopѕ

–

only one wнo нaѕ ѕeen тrυe υglιneѕѕ

can ѕee pυre вeaυтy

ғor тнe eye decιeveѕ тнoѕe wнo do noт ĸnow

“вeaυтy ιѕ ιn тнe eye oғ тнe вeнolder” aѕ one woυld ѕay

вυт yoυ мυѕт ѕee тнe wιcĸedιeѕт oғ creaтυreѕ тo вelιeve ιn тнe мoѕт ѕтυnnιng тreaѕυreѕ oғ тнιѕ earтн

waтcн cloѕely,ғor yoυ ѕнall ѕee wιтн yoυr мιndѕ eye

oтнeтwιѕe yoυ wιll go тнroυgн lιғe вlιnded вy ғaĸe вeaυтιeѕ & тнe worѕт oғ тнιngѕ

~ĸιngѕley

–

All I want to do is

Break the bottle

Grab the glass

Cut my vein

& Fall in the grass

I’m dying

I’m dying

Sing about me when I’m dead

The pounding is much too real

Much too hard in my head

I’m tired I’m tired

I’m screaming for help

No one listens

So I’m done

I’m done

I’m finally through

Let me fall to my death in peace

& Remember me as you once knew..
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Laying in this cold winter grass

Smoking,doing anything teens would do.You asked me why I was with you instead of him. The answer was simple really.I love you. He was just a part time thrill. You laid there thinking for quite some time. I inhaled the smoke & let it out slowly. I could never think of a life without you. The day I met you was perfect. So I wondered why you would ask that. It was funny really. But I didn’t want to think anymore. So I just kissed you & let your soft skin touch me. It was sweet bliss. The combination of skin & smoke was complete ecstasy to me. My senses were gone & I was no more. I felt as if we were one. I laid beside you once again & just drifted off. Sweet Paradise was all I ever wanted.

–

Do you know the terror of he who falls asleep

To the very toes he is terrified

Because the ground gives way under him.

And the dreams begin…
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jυѕт anoтнer corrυpтed ĸιd. ι wonder wнaт ιтѕ lιĸe oυтѕιde тнιѕ waѕтeland we lιve ιn. ι geт ѕo тιred now,ғιgнтιng,jυѕт тryιng тo ѕυrvιve. ι jυѕт wanт тo go вacĸ тo тнe dayѕ wнen everyтнιng waѕ ѕo eaѕy. тιмeѕ wнen ι never ғelт ѕo alone,wнen ι waѕnт ѕo loѕт,ѕo нollow. тнιngѕ’ve cнanged. aѕ ι geт older ι learn тнaт lιғe ιѕnт wнaт ιт once ѕeeмed. ι go тнroυgн every day paιns & agonιeѕ. ιтѕ enoυgн тo wanт тo drop dead on тнe ѕpoт. ι’ve learned тнaт тнere are only тeмporary ғoreverѕ. ι’м ғιlled wιтн eмpтιneѕѕ. even ιғ ι canт ѕee ιт ι ѕтιll вelιeve ιт. ιм нυrтιng & no one’ѕ нelpιng. мy lιғe ιѕ тυмвlιng down a вιg нιll,lιĸe a ѕnow вall, everyтнιng ιѕ ѕo нard, ι coυld end ιт all & never тнιnĸ тwιce.

I am intrusive thoughts

I am you in your rawest form

I am raw and real and skin

I am the underlying fear and deep rooted happiness

I am the veins and the blood

The earth and the dirt

Not what glitters

Not what is gold

I am insanity

Imagination without restraint

Visionary

Creative

I am the horse with no reigns

The bull with no gate

I am emotion

Real and raw and wings spread

I am not caged

I am not confined

I am freedom

I do not belong to the world, because I am it

I am the wind and the sky

The ocean, rising and crashing and shapeless

I am undefined

I am spoken thoughts

Abrupt decisons

Mindlessness

Primal urges

I am butterfly and jaguar

Whale and shark

I am life and death

Prey and predator

I am fact and opinion

I am complexity and simplicity

I am attractive and repulsive

I am art and science

The good

The bad

Everything in between

I am full circle

No beginning, no end

Real and raw and old and new

Okay so like, aliens are probably sick of us and that thought hurts! Like it literally burns. I mean think about it, aliens do exist, they’re clearly just as real as us, and they’ve more than likely been to earth millions of times in secret to see how we’re doing. And nine times out of ten, the first aliens to see the first humans were probably really confused. I mean big and hairy isn’t really appealing and that’s the idealistic cave(wo)man. The aliens were probably really disgusted too. Humans were and still are dirty! Once the humans started showing their destructive side, it more than likely showed the aliens how much of a lesser species we are. Humans literally figured out how to create fire, used it for good, and then turned against each other with it and destroyed whole villages, towns, and cities through the progressive stages of society. Imagine being an alien, trying to befriend a newer species, and failing because of their harmful ways. Maybe they’re tired of hiding and want to come out but don’t want to be associated with idiots from earth.

Or maybe, humans have already traveled to another planet or galaxy to see how people would fare in different living circumstances, and stayed for so long that they thought they were better than other humans! They could have literally built a colony and could be coexisting with whichever life force has made itself present to them and then left us for good. It’s like maybe they left us for dead because of our gluttonous ways. We’re probably too far gone for anyone to save us.

Also, aliens are probably better than us. They’re more advanced and clean. They’re probably built a utopia and have joined forces with others to create a giant union of other species and beings, but left earthlings out because we’re a billion light years behind. We’ve also destroyed our own planet so thoroughly that we want to take up residency in others. So, who’s to say that people on other planets aren’t starting to move away from said planet(s) in hopes of never being found out.

Imagine being the most repulsive species in the multiverse! We think we look pretty normal but I’m pretty sure there’s someone or something that either looks a million times better or just think we’re ratty little freaks. Our planet is in shambles and our leader is such a hot mess that if an alien were to tell me to take them to my leader, I’d apologize and start weeping. It’s simply an embarrassment to have someone of that stature as president.

There could also be like an entire planet where women are the only existing species that has any say so or power, like amazon women kind of. Or maybe there’s a planet that has creatures of half and half- a combination of everything that is. And then maybe there’s a sexist planet that’s not earth for once. Like men or whatever they are on said planet are super controlling and haven their female counter parts as slaves or servants. That’d be horrible though.

Then maybe there’s a planet where every being is gender fluid. It either has both sexual parts or neither and whichever is completely fine with them. And they may be like don’t care for clothing or styles that could separate them or define them as any specific gender, so because of this, they can focus on other things. More important things like making their planet the best of all planets because they have one common goal and individuality isn’t really a concept they’ve decided to delve into. They’re probably advanced because they lack ego sex war too.

Being a human sucks, all aliens are sick of us because we’re like really horrible children and they’re baby sitters making sure we don’t destroy ourselves any earlier than necessary.

We should follow some of the examples, they’ve set out and focus on things that’ll actually help be the superior life form we claim to be!

And of course, God is fed up! He sends us to hell after we’ve wronged for so long that our sins are completely unforgivable. He sends us to permanent, fiery time out because we’re such bad children and honestly, he’s the most hard-working parent in the world. Taking care of 7.5 million children at once is a task indeed! He’s round the clock emotional and spiritual support, but when does he get a break? Hell, and all its fiery depths seem like a just punishment when you think about it. He’s got a lot to do and he’s just a busy being.

He probably hasn’t destroyed us or sent us eternal hell yet because he may still see good in us or maybe he enjoys the different aspects of each and every human. We’re probably like an ant farm to him or something.

Hell might also be really fun too because it’s full of sin and everything wrong with the world and its very obvious that people just can’t seem to do right. Like you’re still going to burn and perish, yeah, but you’ll get to sin without worry because you’ve already died and secured your spot in Satan’s domain.

Satan is clearly the father of all evil. No doubt about it, but then again, he’s probably like a really cool guy with people that have actually aligned themselves with him and follow his lead. He’s still going to “punish” you, but why wouldn’t he reward you for taking the path he took and overall, just being a really bad person. It seems a little wild to think that Satan himself would be mad at anyone who is just as bad as him.

At a young age, I knew I wanted to find love. I wanted to be the princes who found her prince charming and live happily ever after. I wanted to meet one man and spend the rest of my life with him, just the two of us. I wanted to love and experience romance and all the glorified things that came with it. At the age of 16, I met the love of my life. Captain of the soccer team, angelic in looks, a true sweetheart. We started dating my sophomore year of high school.

He was my high school sweetheart, I supported him at every soccer game even come to his nieces and nephew’s events. I invested not only money but time and emotions into him and what we had been. Everything was fine until the year he had graduated. We had gone on dates, went to prom together, we were even voted the cutest couple, and then he left. I didn’t think we could make it long-distance through college. Despite what everyone said and even what I thought, we did it. I supported him through his career and he came to every volleyball game he could make it to. Jeremiah’s parents threw him a graduation party at their house. All our family and closest friends were in attendance. During the party, Jeremiah stood up in front of everyone to thank them for being there. While doing so, he asked me to come stand by him. He then got down on one knee and gave me my first (and only) promise ring. He wanted to be more adventurous, have an open relationship, try “new things”. He started dating other women, hanging out with more guy friends and even drinking. After a few months of this, I couldn’t take it anymore. I told him I no longer wanted to anything to do with him. Instead of listening to me, two days later he asked me to marry him with a declaration of his undying love for me, and at the age of 22, there I was jumping for joy and showing my friends the ring the love of my life had given me. Our wedding was spectacular, he went to unnecessary measures just to make sure I had everything I wanted, and I was and will be forever grateful for that act. For the first two years us being married, he was perfect. He’d wanted kids, but I was not ready, as I was 24 and starting full-time nursing at the local hospital. I hadn’t even thought of children, just happy to be married and having a career I could stick with. At one point, the idea scared me.

I did not know if it was the kid thing or that he had just lost interest, but either way, I could tell the love was fleeting. He started cheating, drinking, going out more. He wouldn’t come home until the late hours of the night leading into the early morning. He worked all day and was out all night, so there was never any time for me. I decided to dig myself so deeply into my work that I became the head of my department. I climbed the latter at work and I felt fulfilled, but I still wanted more. At a point in time I realized that I did, in fact, deserve love, so I went out and found it.

As the saying goes I “started wearing less and going out more”. At 25, I was married and neglected, but still beautiful, both inside and out. And Michael realized that he’d come in, talked to me in a bar, and swept me off my feet. I was intoxicated with the idea of hope and finally being appreciated. We dated for a year and a half. Outings trips together, we dined and romanced each other until one day… Jeremiah caught on. He’d rolled over in bed one night to ask me something, but got distracted by the messages on my phone. He’d seemed devastated that night. The man who had neglected me for years seemed devastated about his lonely wife, cheating, the same as him. Jeremiah said that he’d wanted a divorce immediately and I obliged, I was no longer in love with him. I was not in love with anyone for that matter, not even myself. I left immediately and only took what was of importance to me, I could replace anything else. I let Jeremiah keep the house and I moved into my own little condo. It was cozy and warm, perfect for me to start a life on my own.

Michael and I were distancing ourselves from each other as well. Possibly because of my recent divorce, the excitement diminished. He came over and sat across from me on the couch one night and said he’d been thinking about how we’d be better as friends. Another one, lost. I was then 26, single, and with no children. I came to the realization that I was miserable and seeking love in forbidden places. I had become my husband and instead of changing our course, I joined him, and we parted like the sea. Without anyone in my life, I turned to myself, and self-knew best.

I soon started traveling and fell in love with the world. I’d gone from country to country exploring and making myself feel at home. I meditated with Monks in Thailand, hiked in Sweden, visited the Coliseum in Rome, I even swam with sharks in Bora Bora. I realized that I belonged to the world, not man. I practiced Buddhism, befriended strangers, I took on the world and made it my own.

And I tried dating again too! I met a man by the name of Demond who was absolutely inviting. He was beautiful, funny, and a great dancer. He was my travel guide in Thailand and we have been inseparable ever since. He’s really a great guy. And if I ever gave true love a chance, I think it’d be with him.

I am now 29, dating, with no children, but I have found love. I know self-love, as well as self-acceptance. I have seen the world, known the touch of a man, and learned the loss of self. I had become so enthralled in the forces around me, that I had not paid attention to the one in myself.

My life turned upside down at the age of 24, and at the age of 29, I turned it right side up. I am not your average love story or your average woman for that matter. The initial plan I had in mind was not for me, and it may not be for you either. The world is yours for the taking and your youth isn’t the only time that you can conquer. You are never too old for life.

In what ways do you think Thanksgiving will be different 50 years in the future? Think about all the aspects from traditionalism to commercialism.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kN9Tjp5bRfI

First and foremost, Thanksgiving is a lie! It’s built on the death of native americans, along with thievery of the Pilgrims.  It’s an over glorified holiday and shouldn’t even exist.

Now I say all of this to say, “I’m still gonna eat though.”

Thanksgiving is seen as a very intimate family event that brings loved ones close together. It provides bonding time for both distant and direct family members.

It is a time to celebrate family, closeness, good harvest, and the ever so evident: What we as people are most thankful for. Families come together around the world and enjoy each other’s company. What could possibly be better?

Coming from a personal point of view, in my household, Thanksgiving is a greatly celebrated. Not for other reasons (such as those pertaining to American beliefs that America is rightfully theirs), but to invest ourselves in family time and even better, the food!

You can usually find all the best foods in my kitchen. Collard greens, yams, corn, honey baked ham(because turkey is disgusting), dressing, and whatever else you can imagine. The cooking gives my granny and mom to bond, and me a chance to taste test all the food!

From what i’ve seen from the past five years though, is that families seem to spend less time together on this Holiday. Teenagers and young adults are now out and partying the whole break away and the secluding themselves because of judgmental family members. As well as parents who seem to have tried too hard, but then gave up. Families are falling apart because of the lack of spirits!

Not only that, but many households don’t even do their own cooking anymore! The world is simply too giving these days. It’s so easy for someone to pick up their phone and call whoever they need to cook anything for a reasonable price! I’ve even seen my own family members do it. I partially understand their reasoning( and i’m also happy that we’re keeping black owned businesses, IN BUSINESS) but I also feels as if the food lacks something without actually being made with love.

Also, families seem to focus too much on looking their very best. At a point is crosses from making sure you look presentable, to narcissism. This often creates competition within the family, also creating problems! If we can get rid of petty, materialistic ideas like this, we would be better off for it.

Traditions seem to be running thin as well, even at the dinner table. Instead of blessing the food as the day is most definitely has some law for that, people dig straight in! That’s completely unfair to the cook, the food, and whatever higher being you choose to believe in.

As the day is named “Thanksgiving“, let’s give thanks to our food!!!!!

Not only our food, but our loved ones and for the things we have, are given, and will receive in the future.

Within the next 50 years I can guarantee that Thanksgiving will have fallen, in fact it will probably be renamed. As family values decrease, so does the spirit, and the holiday diminishes.

Producers of goods also target people who both do and don’t celebrate the day. And with the increasing need to order more and more food every year, more money will be filling the pockets of cooks and mass producers everywhere. Inevitably, putting commercialism further on the rise and sucking tradition and fun out of a family event.

Here’s a list of some of my favorite animes!!

Rosario + Vampire is literally one of my favorites! It’s probably one of the best out of all that i’ve watched.

The description is as follows:  . The story revolves around Tsukune Aono, a boy who inadvertently enrolls in a boarding school for monsters. He quickly befriends Moka Akashiya, a vampire who soon develops an obsession with his blood, and later meets other monster girls who soon take a romantic liking to him.

• Moka Akashiya is the vampire title character. She is highly regarded by her schoolmates for her beauty and academic ability. She enjoys biting and drinking blood from Tsukune’s neck. When her rosario is removed from her necklace, she undergoes a personality change (along with a physical transformation sequence in the anime) to a ruthless, arrogant and skilled martial artist who easily beats opponents with powerful kicks.
• Kurumu Kurono is a busty succubus student who originally plans to enslave all the boys at school with her kiss. Overshadowed by Moka’s popularity, she targets Moka’s object of affection, Tsukune, by using her charm ability but fails. After Moka defeats her, she falls in love with Tsukune because he shows her kindness, and pursues him exclusively as her Mate of Fate. Over the course of the series, she learns to value her friendship with Moka and the other girls when they help her out in situations.
• Yukari Sendou is introduced as an 11-year-old genius witch, complete with witch hat and heart-shaped magic wand, with a “little sister” personality. She scores at the top of her class, but is ridiculed by her classmates for being between monster and human. She idolizes Moka, and initially hates Tsukune for garnering Moka’s attention. However, after both Tsukune and Moka save her, she falls for Tsukune and dreams of a three-way relationship with them.
• Mizore Shirayuki  snow fairy who joins Tsukune’s class in the second term. She is typically seen with a lollipop in her mouth, which is actually a special coolant. In her first school term, she confesses her love to gym teacher Okuto Kotsubo, but when he takes advantage of her, she freezes him and gets suspended for the term. She obsesses over Tsukune because of his news articles, and stalks him regularly, eventually joining the Newspaper Club in her second year.

It obviously sounds interesting, if not a little odd. My favorite characters would be Mizore and Moka, they’re complete opposites of each other and they keep the show rolling. I really don’t want to spoil it for you, so please just watch. 8/10 https://www.funimation.com/shows/rosario-vampire/