Don’t believe them…
…when they say: “Weakness is something you inherit.” Herakut.
there are things that no one but yourself would understand. when that happens, be kind to the world and do everyone a favor-DO NOT ATTEMPT TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF. because no matter what happens, no one will ever be in your shoes but you.
the world owes you nothing and you owe yourself everything.
know when to leave when love or respect is no longer being served at the table.
my relationship with my sister is weird
some days i’m like “ew you tiny human. everything you do annoys me”
other days i’m like “aw bby come here. i love you so much and would die for you”
can anyone else relate???
be soft enough to be molded
by gentle hands
but tough enough to withstand
life’s rocky moments
someone with a bomb ass user name: oh yes!
seeing what they post: oh no
this morning I woke up and my phone WASN’T lying right next to me in need of charging, but instead was already on the charger from the night before! How crazy is that?!
School taught about journalism, going with the 5 W’s, Who, What, When, Where, and Why…. then check twice.. now…
The news media has changed,
it got bad with, “if it bleeds it leads”
now it is
“run with it, fuck the facts”
Even before coming to a pause in my relationship, I have always felt that, especially romantically speaking, men are a complete and total disappointment. And no, I am not “picking” certain guys. What generally happens is: some guy I am not immediately interested in or notice fights like hell to get my attention. Then when I actually return affections and get emotionally invested in what they tell me they want with me, they turn around and decide that suddenly, they can’t do a relationship. Or they’re a cheater. Or some-fucking-thing that causes me to realize that it was a waste of time and energy to get involved with them.
I haven’t been exactly truthful in my writing here.
All I do is reblog, repost, but not write what I feel.
I just realized I had my tumblr for more than 10 years now.
Some truths in it are painfully obvious. Others are not. All being shades of my frustrations. But what I found myself doing again is what I did on my instagram. I slowly started deleting certain photos. I did it here too.
I don’t know what this means. I am not ashamed of it. When I delete photos. It just means to me that I am over that period in my life. Over that person.
Could this be the end?
Learn it, love it, live it!!
Sometimes I wanna tell my side of the story but then that’ll spoil the book, I hope all of you purchase when it drops 😏😉 S.o.M.B. is on the way 😍✍🏾
One day you’re going to wish that you never left me ……One day
I’m done trusting people.
I’m done thinking people can change.
I’m done helping people who don’t give a crap about me
I’m done because I’m always the one who gets hurt in relationships and friendships.
I’m done with the lies.
I’m done with the fake smiles.
I wish I didn’t feel so alone at night when my thoughts get the best of me…