you know when youre having sex, or giving head, and they whisper fuuuck
yeah thats probably one of the greatest moments in life
His personality, had all the finest qualities, I thought Royal would ever need, when searching for a man - but it seems
Men are hard to perceive,
just cum and then leave,
us women need- to really understand:
WE ARE OUR OWN FORCE!
We don’t have to settle for that petty shit at no cost.
if the fella wants to leave just let it be cause it’s his own loss.
Women can build empires. Let your creative spark, start a wild blazing fire.
James Brown said it’s a man’s world and truly got them words right.
But reminisce young Royal MTV viewing one of them late nights.
Lil Kim preach me more, that we ain’t whores, we got the right to-
Be brave broads, fuck ‘em all; dominate this sexist fight.
I recall, booty shaking thinking ‘damn, she right!
When I’m grown, Immabe the baddest bitch with all my might!’
Forever thanking that queen for changing my insight
If it weren’t for Kimmy, I wouldn’t be here shredding up the mic.
PREACH THAT TRUTH MISSY! Be on your grind lil’ Mami’s, this world is ours for the taking.
these are the words of http://www.jajdavies.tumblr.com/, a good friend of mine from the finer, naive filled, younger years. To this day, he is one of very few people in my real life that has their third eye wide open.
I don’t know what it is, but I feel a strong disconnection from society and slightly humanity too. I mean I love the company of people I get along with but I hate what we as humans do. There’s so much hatred and animosity against each other and everyone and everything. Killings everyday, rapings everyday, war everyday. We’re the most intelligent beings on this planet and yet we can’t love one another. But also it feels and looks as if people can’t be open and trusting with others unless atrocities have happened around them. Humans have grown accustomed to that and need it. The society, well these cities (just advanced bee hives), that we live under are disgusting. It’s a forced way of life where you are just a worker bee who’s giving it all to the queen. The queen doesn’t better our lives even though she promises she will, but she keeps taking and taking, forcing and forcing. It’s a fucked up world that we live in. That’s why my connection to life and what life is overwhelms anything that I could ever feel about society. I can feel connections to energies, I can kick back looking into the depths of nature and I can feel it calling my soul. When I walk down the end of my street and lie on the grass and look up at the mass amounts of stars in the non light polluted sky, I lose myself and understand what it is to be apart of this world and feel the connection that at the end of the day, we are all connected.
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Billie you are my best friend. You have no idea how much beauty radiates from you and I really wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I’ve never met someone more worthy of true love and happiness. I will be here for you till the day I die. No distance, no anger, no misunderstandings and arguments; nothing will stop the circulation of love I have for you. Mark my words.
Me: “Why do you always sleep on the couch Mum? Do you even sleep cause I can hear you walking around the house at 2 am every night?”
Mum: “I don’t sleep these days. I drift off for a few hours and it’s like a nightmare. I wake up thinking oh, what a horrible dream..but then I realise it’s not a nightmare. Stuart’s gone. And I miss him.”
My birthday is coming up in 23 days and I can’t help but remember waking up on my last birthday, sick as a dog with a flu from hell and calling my boss to say I wasn’t coming in. Mum was rushing getting ready for work and I remember her calling out through the corridor “happy birthday Stephie, have a good day!” and thanking her sincerely because of my high spirits despite my sickness. At the time, Stuie was drinking every morning and he had already had his bottle of Port even though it was only eight am.
“Is it your birthday?!” His raspy upbeat voice hollered down the corridor.
“Stuie, come say happy birthday to meeee.” I whined, my words broken up between chuckles of playful bossiness.
He stumbled into my room and smothered me in kisses for nearly three straight minutes, the same routine of affection he had always done since my birth. I remember not caring once about the fact that he smelt like the filthiest scum from not washing for months on end because something inside my heart told me it could be the last time I’d experience this type of love on my birthday.
You will never understand the pain in now knowing that I was right.
Day two of no weed. Severe writer’s block. Frustrated by the mundane simplicity of everyday life. Unsatisfied by my own company yet I want to be alone. Let me rephrase, I want to be with Mary J. Hip hop is the only thing pulling me through the hours of the dull afternoons. Despite new found love for peace and humbleness, feeling deep urges to beat someone, anyone to near death.