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    I’m used to not being enough…

    I just think I finally love myself enough to not settle for other peoples definition of it. And one day I won’t have to. I will welcome that day, whenever our where ever it is ;

    Life is a mystery and everything ain’t meant to be.
    J.cole - life
    And so today…..

    I will be more positive……..for what it’s worth ;

    I just rally wish I had someone to talk to……..

    when I was really available to talk and not just sleep………


    dripping-adorableness:

    meganbritney:

    vannessainthavong:

    snakesonajames:

    How has Tumblr not found this yet?!?!?

    Bitches Ain’t Shit But Hoes And Tricks(acapella)

    i cant stop laughing. omg

    lmao omg this made my night

    i love white people so much. wut is life lmaooo

    I try and look at what he’s doing but….

    I don’t see myself in anything most times anymore

    Why did he have to take it back…….

    I can’t even pretend to sleep on em…….

    I was so tired before

    And now I can’t even sleep………….Idk but but I can’t. Fuck is wrong with me. Fuck is NOT wrong with me.

    OutofControl: Burnt Out

    ladylynnn:

    Everytime we go out you wanna argue. You can’t take a joke at all. You tell me to chill? You need to chill and relax and not be so sensitive. I’m so tired of it. Going out and having a few drinks and dancing having a good time is one of my favorite things to do. And I feel like with you I can’t do…

    Love it !

    Im such a whiney little twit man
    there was alwayz that chance…  you know that small possibilty that you would one day  really stop and take a step back to treat her how she deserved to be treated.
    Carla Marie ;
    …

    Im so sick of being restless. Of being less than or close to nothing. I just want to be good enough…despite my flaws, good enough. Despite the bull shit, good enough. Despite the doubts and countless fights, good enough. And so One day I will meet a man, and I will lay my head on his chest, and his heart beat and my heart beat will hum in perfectly different rhythms, completely opposite, completing one another. And only when I try to doubt will the beat be in sync…and only when I start to badger, will chest rise and fall with the same pattern. love will be the unspoken language between us…never tainting the opportunity giving to two people not quite ready to be one. I will only have ears for him, he will only have eyes for me but we will have no words for one another. and while we rest there with the unspoken bond that only we should understand but don’t, I will constantly be reminded how we will never be good enough for you. So when im sick of being restless, of being less than or close to nothing, I will meet a man and I will love bravery into him to accept the things you never could. But I will never be sick………

    Another December, another breakup

    Merry Christmas to me, huh ……

    ii saw the tears stream from her eyes… 
    the bruises left on her sunshine complexion 
    and the purple engravin’ you left on her sides 
    ii watched as you called her those lil pet names you gave her 
    “bitch” “hoe” and yah favorite “freak” 
    you made ha yah freak… 
    you made her your property and with every punch she took 
    and for every tear she cried 
    she loved you ten times more 
    there was no way to xscape… 
    she had no where to go 
    and even if she did 
    she didnt want too 
    because there was alwayz that chance… 
    you know that small possibilty that you would one day 
    really stop and take a step back to treat her how she deserved to be treated 
    you know the way you acted when poems you repeated 
    and lines you recited to get in her mind… 
    you got her and she loved you 
    you lie and she believes you 
    you hit her and she would take it like the man you was suppose to be 
    undenialbe love… 
    thats what you had for her… 
    that is until you loved her to death…



    R.i.P VanessaBANKS </3 !!!