Fuck it. No really.
You don’t know how hard it was for me to do it. You dont know hard its going to be for me.
Because we all have opinions
I don’t believe in fairy tales. I don’t need to be saved by prince charming, I’m not even pretty while I’m asleep. What I want is for you to kill your white fucking horse, drop your pretty sword and walk to my doorstep with every doubt that we might not exactly have a happy ending but still ask me out anyways. I don’t believe in setting something free to test the faith of it coming back to prove it was yours to begin with. If you’re really in love what encourages you to let them go in the first place? You fight. Nun-chucks and all to keep that person around. Once the door is closed, you think both ends are gonna sit around with their hands folded under their chins until it’s time to come back? People aren’t boomerangs, by the time you’ve thrown it, somebody else will be on the other side for the catch. So hold on. Because the minute you hear yourself say, if it’s meant to be “will be” you automatically stop yourself from progress. From moving forward. Because you’re stuck in park waiting for a fucking test of love to drop into your hands. I don’t believe in soul mates. I believe ‘in common’. I believe we have certain things we agree on, and a shitload of things we don’t. But that’s the beauty of relationships, the difference between your past and present because everything you’ve learned from your previous relationships help you to realize what you want in someone now. And they’re never perfect. Because really, who’s perfect? I don’t think there’s only one person in this lifetime who is meant specifically for you. I think there’s a number of ‘the ones’ and you’re bound to meet them. Again and again. Until you decide, this one might just be one you don’t mind getting wrinkled with. But even then, if that doesn’t work, there’s more of them. I don’t believe in breaks from a relationship. If you can’t stick around through rough ends then get out for good, they aren’t worth it to you. Relationships aren’t a job, you can’t clock in on Monday, work til Thursday then finally take your lunch break on Friday. Commit to what you’ve started or quit it all the way. Breaks stall the healing process of break-ups. If you really need time to think if you should be with someone, the answer is probably a no. I don’t believe in men being the only gender that is allowed to propose. ARGUMENT: “Well, if he really wanted to marry you don’t you think he would ask you first?” So I suppose women don’t really want to marry men because if they did, they would ask first. When lesbians get married, no man steps in for 2 seconds with a ring to propose for them, so why shouldn’t this be allowed in straight relationships. Female or male, ring or no ring, if this is someone you want for yourself, it’s okay to take a role that’s not so traditional. It’s 2012, who the hell is traditional? I don’t believe in mushy love type shit people say under their breaths but not into the face of the person that they’re all mushy in love type shit. Stop blogging your boohoos and talking to your girls about how you love this and you love that about the one you love and start telling the one who makes you feel this way. You only live once, and there are no wrong words when you’re trying to describe love. Whether it be to your significant other, or to someone you might not know so well. We have ears so we can listen to each other. It’ll make them smile, it’ll make you relieved, it’ll remind the world and us in it how wonderful it feels to be wanted. Especially by you. I also, don’t believe in manbearpig, but that’s a completely different subject.
GPOYW
www.blackgirlsareeasy.com
“The best and worst advice is “you should break up”. If you’re Tina Turner in the 70’s that’s great advice, but if you’re a woman pissed off that her man doesn’t clean up after himself that’s bad advice. It occurred to me that men and women both break up for stupid reasons, we’re a generation of runners who would rather say “fuck this shit” then work through a medium scale problem. We have two people who are perfect for each other behind closed doors, but their friends on the outside looking in only hear the negative. Remember the story of Chicken Little? His bitch ass was shook that the sky was falling. In relationships we have Chicken Little women who call their girlfriends to complain about what their man is not doing right. Your life is not the fucking Mary J. Blige “Not Gon To Cry” video. Every acorn that drops on your head is not cause for drama Chicken Little. He posted on another girl’s wall, he doesn’t listen, he doesn’t call before he goes to bed, blah blah blah. The friend hears this doomsday scenario that “I’m about to leave his ass” every two weeks, so when you ask her advice on what to do, of course she is going to tell you to leave!
Friendships become strained when someone tells you to dump your boo and you take that advice to mean that they’re hating on what you have. In your friend’s mind you’re in a fucked up relationship full of constant drama so why stay. But you don’t want to leave because it’s not as bad as you make it out to be… umm how does anyone know that if they can only base their advice off the negative stories you tell? If you want someone to understand where you’re coming from and be sympathetic as to why you don’t want to break up, try telling them about the good things your baby does for you not just the fucked up things he does to you. I bet your relationship is 80% love and 20% things that irk the hell out of you. When you only talk about that 20% how can anyone give you good advice? You’re making yourself look like a woman who loves abuse when you continuously project a negative image of your boyfriend.
Men operate a little differently; instead of screaming the sky is falling they pretend that they don’t care it’s falling. I’ve heard my niggas say, “Fuck that bitch, I’m doing me” more times than I can remember. Then when I say “Oh you’re back with so and so” I get a crazy look because he never officially broke up with her. Men program themselves to put on this apathetic front around their boys. One minute that’s your baby and the next she’s a freak. You’re making yourself look like a sucker by bad mouthing a girl you’re in love with then running back to her. My solution is that men and women both need to stop running their mouths when their relationships hit a snag. Everyone goes through rough patches, and unless it’s “I fucked someone else” level of seriousness don’t go running to your friends for bias advice and don’t be so quick to walk away.Only you know what your relationship truly is and only you can make the call to stay or leave. There is no such thing as an argument free relationship, where there’s smoke there’s fire and where there’s love there will be pain. If you’re the type of person who can’t be bothered with being called out on their shit or hate putting up with other people’s flaws then you need to buy a fucking cat and lock yourself away from society because you will never find true love. There will come a point where you will be tested, but before you decide to break up think these things over…
The Good Times Vs. The Bad Times: Your girlfriend has held you down for the past four months. She was there when no one else cared. She helped pay your car note when your money was short. She even let you put it in her ass on your birthday. She’s a good woman. Let’s say she had an argument with her mother that put her in a foul mood and for the past week she’s been taking it out on you. She’s hurting but doesn’t want to talk about it, you two begin to argue and she brings up old shit to hurt your feelings. “Ya broke ass… You never make me cum… I could do better” She’s saying mean shit that’s going to make you say even meaner shit. The beef is on. Four months strong, you two were great, but because of moods, attitudes, and lack of communication your relationship looks like it’s about to fall apart. She’s being a bitch and you’re being a jerk. Just break up, right? Grow the fuck up. It doesn’t matter if she was in the wrong first or if you were in the wrong last, both of you need to stop yelling and get over yourselves. Maybe I’ve watched Star Wars too many times but anger brings the evil out of everyone, we do and say shit that we didn’t mean to when we’re hurting… Anakin killed Younglings for Christ sakes, decapitated all those little fuckers, but still he was a good dude at heart. You two are good people, you have an outstanding relationship. If you can calm down, talk it out, and get to the root of the problem I’m sure both of you will realize it’s not that serious. Look at the good times then look at the bad times and see which you had more of. If you’re in love, are you really going to let a few harsh words and empty threats break you up?
I Trust You To Be You: You need trust in order to have a successful relationship. But no one trusts anyone completely we’re a suspicious species to begin with, animal instincts dictate that we smell something before we taste it no matter who made it. Ask your boyfriend if he’s cheating on you and he’s going to say, “no, baby I would never do that”. Do you believe him? For the most part you do, but every time the nigga gets a text after 10pm your mind thinks DANGER OTHER BITCH. You can’t stop paranoia but you can control it. I get so many women asking me if there man is cheating on them because of XYZ. I don’t know, you don’t know, only he knows. He can be going over his homegirl house after work to chit chat or he could be going over there to beat the coochie up. There is no way to tell without seeing his dick go into her vagina, any circumstantial evidence will not hold up in an argument and you will come off looking like a jealous paranoid crazy woman. Fellas, how can you tell if your girlfriend is going to work in the morning or if she’s going over Antonio’s house to get dicked down? You can’t. You found her schedule and she was off on Tuesday, yet you called her and she said she worked on Tuesday. Is she bullshitting you or was it a case of her schedule being wrong? Everybody is capable of cheating but what Hoe level is your boo at? My wife can tell when I’m lying, that means I can’t lie about shit even if I wanted to. Every time I come home late or don’t answer my phone she makes a comment that I was with another girl and to that I say “She’s not my other girl anymore she’s my mistress, show some respect”. It’s a joke, but in her mind she doesn’t put shit past me. It doesn’t affect our relationship, there’s never been an argument about other women, and she doesn’t lose sleep at night wondering what the fuck I’m doing because she’s smart enough to know that you can’t trust anyone to be honest, you can only trust them to be themselves.
The Past Is The Past: Relationships go through periods, and a lot of people hit a point where they broke up previously or they had to forgive their bay for doing something trifling because they were too in love to end it. People, let’s not be Indian (feather not dot) givers when it comes to forgiveness. You broke up with your man because he fucked your ex-homegirl and you took him back. Once you take him back that old shit can’t be used as ammo. If you wife a former video hoefessional who fucked Chris Breezy you can’t get mad every time “Look At Me Now” comes on the radio you accepted the past when you agreed to be with that person. Don’t forget the past, but don’t throw it in that person’s face whenever you feel threatened. I got an email from a woman who fucked her boyfriend’s cousin and he forgave her because he couldn’t live without her. Apparently the shit ate away at him after a few months and he took it out on her until they had to end it for good. If you’re going to give a person a second chance give them a second chance, don’t agree to it unless you can check the baggage at the door. If you know in your heart that what your boyfriend or girlfriend did makes you sick to your stomach, then breaking up is good advice. You’re not a bad person if you don’t have it in your heart to forgive. It’s better to cry your eyes out for months then to continue on with a person you still resent.
Change Gon Come: I’m not going to stop leaving my socks on the floor and I’m not going to start washing dishes—niggas. She’s not going to stop texting during dinner and she’s going to still go to the club even though she has a man at home—bitches. Why are we so stubborn? When you love someone you adapt. It’s not going to happen overnight but you have to be committed to change. If your boss says start coming in to work at 9am not 9:15am or you’re fired, your ass will be there at 8:55am. When your girlfriend says start taking me out more or else, you shrug that bitch off with an okay and don’t do it because “or else” is an empty threat. I know you’re not going to leave me because I spend time out with the fellas every weekend and I’m not going to leave you because you’re a twitter whore. But after awhile those things that you don’t like snowball into bigger issues. Women bitch bitch bitch and Men avoid avoid avoid. The next thing you know you’re not talking because it’s going to be an argument. My boy had a nuclear fallout with his girl because he didn’t clean up their daughter’s toys. Was it the toys or was it what the toys represented? His inability to change into a person who doesn’t have to be told to clean up and take the trash out. There may not be a “Do this or it’s over” scenario when it comes to little things but if you don’t respect the person you’re with enough to change your foul ways then you’re headed for disaster. Someone shouldn’t have to tell you a hundred times what they don’t like before you start to get the picture. A person worth being with = a person worth changing for.
The next time you get into an argument with your boo ask yourself if you’re a Runner or a Fighter? If that person is worth it then don’t break up because of one moody argument, something that happened before you were together, paranoia over cheating, or because you don’t want to compromise. Address your issues like a grown up. You could have stayed single, you wanted to get in the relationship game so man the fuck up and stay in the pocket, take your hits and try your hardest to come out with a win. If your mentality is that it’s easier to replace the fucker rather than deal with the stress then clearly it wasn’t love to begin with, keep looking.”
The guy who wrote this, is amazing.
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Okay now I get it. Macs are fun, blah blah.
Anonymous asked: So, I saw you at Aldo, and you look so adorable :) I was wondering do you have a gf?
WHOA, how did you find me? Just kidding. Maybe you’re local. But thanks, and no I don’t have a girlfriend, but I do in fact have a boyfriend.
sourpatchbiznats asked: I'm honestly in awe of how gorgeous you are!
Thank you so much! I do think the camera is just good though ahaha.
lesbius asked: Will you continue writing like you used to?
I plan to yes :) As much free time I get I will write a little here and there. I forgot how great it felt to express myself through words. Thanks for asking, seems like you’re interested!
Over my dead body
Unpretty. Dirty. Wasted.
Drank a mix of questions trying to rid this dirty taste in-
My mouth kisses yours, whispers pillow talk to your face,
Try to embrace this place you made in my body but I can’t fake it -
Anymore, like I wanna tell you the truth
How I feel used.
Emotionally abused.
Confused as to,
What truth lurks in you.
Because I feel like you’re hiding,
And I feel like I’m denying Whats clearly in front of me, While I give you whats left of the best in me.
And I try to pass the test that you keep testing me,
But I fail
With flying colors.
But I still try
Because theres no other.
And it flutters, my heart, when we meet eyes
But it crashes, my heart, each time you lie.
And I know it.
Everytime.
I never say what I know.
But I know what I wanna say. Because actions speak louder then words and your actions replay.
I know you dont love me baby,
I think I’m just convenient. Easy to play with because I don’t mean much.
And the sad thing about it is.. I don’t need much
But a little hand hold here,
A little kiss on the cheek there
And I’ll be satisfied being that shirt that you like to wear and tear.
Thats me summed up into the girl that wants to be the exception.
But only viewed as entertainment for your temporary erection, its fine.
Really its fine.
Truth is, I’d rather protect your heart
So I sacrifice mine.
Just keep swimming.
I only ask once and take your first answer because I don’t think I can really handle the truth.
But sometimes it hurts instead.
Days are going so quick and I haven’t had a chance to really soak it all in because I’ve been so distracted with work. But I think about you, all the time. Even knowing I’d see you after work. Im holding on to every inch and piece of you because when you leave, its all I would have left of you. And I hate that I don’t get a chance to see you on my days off because I haven’t had any. I don’t get to sleep in with you and waste a day. And today, all I could think about was our first San Francisco trip. And today, all I wanted to do was go away with you somewhere. Anywhere. So I lied. I said I had an emergency tomorrow and that I couldn’t make it to work. So that just for tomorrow, I could be with you. Even if you had a thousand other things to do. Maybe a small part of that thousand could be half a second of me waking up to your chest. A half a second I could catch a view of your smile with your nerdy retainers on. But then you said you’d be busy. And its not your fault, because you didn’t know my reason behind it or what I did to get to it. Bad timing, I suppose. I’m sorry. If I came off pushy. Needy. Clingy. Selfish. My intentions aren’t to be at all any of the above. I am trying to be as supportive as I can. I am trying to make you laugh as much as I can. I am trying to create… as many pointless memories til the sand falls to its last drop. So that you don’t forget me. Because you’ll go away. And I wouldn’t see you. And you’d be busy. And I’d wait but I wouldn’t tell you I was. And you’d come back to visit. And i’d act like I’ve been busy. And then you’d leave again. And i’d keep waiting. And you’d be traveling. Learning. meeting new people. And you’d forget. And I’d probably still be waiting even if I wasn’t trying to. Its going so quick. Everything is moving so quick. The months are passing without my permission and before you know it, you’ll be leaving for your training and we’d end even if were not really finished. Because we agreed we’d do so. But nonetheless, I miss you already like you’ve been gone for ages. And I feel like it isn’t going to be any easier when it hits. I just.. I love you. The kind of love people hate to give because it leaves you vulnerable and usually is given to the worst possible person who can hurt you the hardest. But you can’t hurt me.Thats the fucked up thing about this kind of love; I agree to let go of something that people constantly look for because I love you. If that makes any sense at all. This.. doesn’t make sense at all. I don’t have any clarity of anything in my head right now. I sound ridiculous.
My halloween costume lol.
