Whip out your dick and I’ll draw my sword: Since you want to use your manhood as a weapon give me a chance to choose mine. If it’s a war you want, a war you’ll get But let me draw my sword and I’ll give you a war you won’t forget. You call yourself a… Continue reading Whip out your dick
I can’t believe I survived 2016. I’m not just saying this because of the hype around “2016 was a trash year”… 2016 legitimately was the hardest year of my life. I started this blog the year before last and I thought I’d have at least forty posts on it by now because when I started… Continue reading Happy New Year
I am still trying to find the guy who designed this. I would definitely cop it.
Someone sent this message to me this morning and I thought I should share because even though he doesn't know the details of the battles I have fought or the stories behind my new scars I really related to this message and even though I don't know any of the details of your battles nor do… Continue reading Come ready, come now.
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?" I am sorry Marianne Williamson but that… Continue reading My deepest fear
If this was set in Eden, I would obviously be Eve But you are not Adam even though I have loved you like you might be You are the serpent, slithering into my life with a single intention To whisper sweet nothings into my willing ear, in believing your lies, I lose redemption. I believed… Continue reading Serpent
Once upon a time God created mankind in his image (black, duh) to live out the life he would've loved to live if he wasn't the omnipotent, omniscient & omnipresent almighty. The first people lived in Africa and were united like the brothers and sisters God had told them they were but when God saw… Continue reading My explanation for the creation of different races : A bedtime story for my kids
Let's have a pool-side, blunts lit and no one's tryna get laid chat.
This is what I really meant to say in the text I just sent : I am tired of this shit. I'm tired of how you only call me to ask for money or to talk about yourself and then suddenly disappear when I need you to reciprocate. I'm tired of how I seem to… Continue reading Wrong side of a toxic friendship
I might've met a guy. I say "might've" because I'm not really sure what's going on between us and whenever a girl says "I met a guy" she usually already knows. I like him. I like how showers me with attention and makes me feel like I'm the only girl he's talking to. I like… Continue reading Might’ve met a guy – Ode to Xhosa men