How it feels to type in ur email and password with a remote

Keith Urban is from Australia and y’all basically made him the face of the genre. But the girl from Houston needs to prove she’s part of your world?

how it feels to talk to a person who doesn't ask any questions after answering yours

my mom was really serving us home cooked meals every single day…… younger me didn’t realize how much work and how much of a blessing that is

I’m dropping a huge truth bomb and going to sleep: For some men, losing an incredible woman is a relief—because now they can keep being mediocre without the pressure to become better.

You see love because you project love

“I don’t do politics” well now you doing 5 dollar gas nigga

Notice how aggressive the law is when something benefits the working class, but if the corporations "mistakenly" don't pay your wages properly, adjust for Overtime or violate contractual agreements, suddenly everything slows down. Classism is the real war.

guess you mean “please married men, stay away from women who are not your wife”

I love when men compliment me and keep it moving.. Keep it short & sweet

painkiller after seeing the amount of pain inside me:

Everything really did pass and I am okay again

There's so much beauty in this stupid fucking ugly fucking piece of shit world

i thought i had a flat ass until i saw a real flat ass then just realized i have a Black girl flat ass

I can't wait for Gen Z’s to completely take over professional spaces and redefine competency separately from appearances and identity norms. Like yes my doctor has her nose pierced and she's great at her job.

Men really just go through life destroying women and tell the stories like it's an achievement.....We don't hate men enough tbh.

i just now finally told my mom that that man put his hands on me. she was beyond disappointed at the situation and very worried ab me, but she was also super proud of me for how i’ve been moving forward in peace and love 🥹🩷

me immediately analyzing my feelings instead of feeling them