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 ;
I will be more positive……..for what it’s worth ;
when I was really available to talk and not just sleep………
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 don’t see myself in anything most times anymore
I can’t even pretend to sleep on em…….
And now I can’t even sleep………….Idk but but I can’t. Fuck is wrong with me. Fuck is NOT wrong with me.
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 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………
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
thats what you had for her…
that is until you loved her to death…
R.i.P VanessaBANKS </3 !!!