White People
I’m not sober.
My roommate froze some gummy worms and then we ate them. Shit was like a party in my mouth. Or like Christmas. I can’t really describe it very well right now (refer to the title) but I’ll get around to it.
I felt like sharing that with you all. And I re-read this 4 times before posting it… so there bet not be any spelling errors!
Goodnight.
Shades of Green
Random thoughts that I must get out of my head:
You know the saying: The grass is always greener on the blah, blah, blah whatever.
That’s how I feel about things like infatuation and/or love.
I can be deeply infatuated with someone on Wednesday and then on Friday, decide that I never want to see or hear from them again. This stems from pretty specific experiences.
For instance, I dated a guy who I thought (at the time) had thee most amazing sex game evar! Man. I would’ve paid his bills if he needed me to. So, I loved sleeping with him, but I HATED sleeping next to him. Sex was cool, pillow talk was cool, but then I would pray that he would just get up and leave. He never did. He always stayed.
It was a combination of things. He sucked at cuddling, he hogged the bed, he would have semi-violent nightmares. I kinda even… feared him when he would sleep. I would even wait until he fell asleep, sneak to the couch, and return before he woke up in the morning. SMH @ myself.
Anywho, it eventually ran its course and I moved on.
A year later, I was dating another guy. His sex game? By far, the most amazing shit evar. AND I fuckin’ loved sleeping next to him! He would sacrifice his pillow, adjust the temperature if needed, and ensure I was comfortable. Even cuddling with him was just flawless. The first night I slept over, I noticed the difference between the two guys and it made me realize that I’d still be uncomfortable as fuck, sleeping next to dude #1, thinking that his sex game was the best I could do.
By moving on, I established a new standard. A better one at that!
Sometimes the grass is greener and you owe it to yourself to find out.
Song: Pity
Artist(s): J. Cole ft. Omen and Voli
Where we get high and don’t come down, we gas prices
Man, I wonder how hard to live my past life was
Cause this one hard, I could show you my scars
I ain’t crying tho..
Aye save that pity for the next man
Or that girl getting beat down by her ex-man
Hey, hold your head, mama
I know you wish that nigga dead, mama
If I can find a way to kill him, I won’t have nea’ drama
Damn mama, tell me who you love
This one is for the boy that sees his mama on drugs
I feel your pain, boy and just know that I been through the same, boy
It’s easy to say, “Things are bad right now.”
It’s tougher to say, “Things are bad right now but they will get better.”
Don’t take the easy route.
My little cousins were having so much fun looking out the window… it was such a cute moment that I had to take a picture.
O Magazine: Viola Davis channels Marilyn Monroe | “I never saw any images of beauty that resembled me.”
(Source: brandos)
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BJ The Chicago Kid f/ Kendrick Lamar - “His Pain”
It’s not often that one gets the chance to use the word “lovely” when describing a rap song but goddammit if this isn’t a lovely rap song. Originally an outtake from the Section.80 sessions, it’s now set to appear on BJ’s forthcoming Pineapples & Now-Laters.
dopeness
(Source: jozenc)
