You know that feeling? When you’re just waiting. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day. That feeling of both relied and desperation. Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right either. And you’re tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there and tell you its okay. But non ones going to be there. And you know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you. But you’re tired of waiting. Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else. Tired of being strong. And for once, you just want it to be easy. To be simple. To be helped. To be saved. But you know you wont be. But you’re still hoping. And you’re still wishing. And you’re still staying strong and fighting, with tears in your eyes. You’re fighting.
I had so much fun with this pose lol. I feel like they are hanging out on Teletubbie mountain lol. I decided to just be silly and funny with this post. Nothing fancy or elegant or sweet just a girl and her vision of what love looks and feels like. In a perfect world. Sunshine, hearts, smiles, and love. I love the uniqueness of this pose. I’ve yet to see any other pose that involves a little drawn out cartoon. Its just so adorable.
He love that I say what I feel He feel what I say ’cause it’s real You couldn’t forget, I never changed up on my set And I only make calls to collect, that’s why we connect We can go half on a jet, baby we on to the next Fuck all the stress Fuckin’ with bitches who’s new to the game when you got you a vet I know you like it when I act like I’m still shy Then turn around and put that thing in overdrive I’m down to ride I’ma keep you on my shoulder ‘Cause every cold nigga need a bitch that’s ten times colder
I cross my t’s and dot my i’s yeah I’m for real (yeah, I’m for real) He hold me down (she hold me down) Yeah that’s my shit (that’s my shit) He buy whatever (buy whatever) He know the drill (know the drill) Don’t need no pill (no pill, no) He whispered in my ear and told me feel, feel, feel, oh, oh, oh
She sleeps all day. Dreams of you in both worlds. Tills the blood, in and out of uterus. Wakes up smelling of zinc, grief sedated by orgasm, orgasm heightened by grief. God was in the room when the man said to the woman, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me. Pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.” Sometimes when he’d have her nipple in his mouth, she’d whisper, “Oh, my God.” That, too, is a form of worship.
Her hips grind, pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves. Whenever he pulls out … loss. Dear moon, we blame you for floods … for the flush of blood … for men who are also wolves. We blame for the night for the dark, for the ghosts.
This whiskey got me feelin pretty So pardon if I’m impolite I just really need your ass with me I’m sorry about the other night And I know I could be more creative And come up with poetic lines But I’m turnt up upstairs and I love you Is the only thing that’s in my mind
You take me higher Higher than I’ve ever been babe Just come over let’s pour a drink babe I hope I ain’t calling you too late Too late You’re like my fire Let’s stay up late and smoke a jay I wanna go back to the old ways But I’m drunk instead with a full ash tray With a little bit too much to say
I’ve been a huge fan of Spirit clothing recently and Empire shoes. So pairing them both together made me feel extra cute last night. The pink with the nude shoes gave me life. Also pairing it up with some rose gold jewelry was the perfect accessory. Add a cute headband to match the shoes and boom. You’re ready for a night out whether it be to the club or somewhere romantic. I knew I had to blog this even though I’ve seen this outfit blogged a ton of times. I felt pretty and I wanted to show it off lol.
“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.“ – Vincent Van Gogh