This level of awareness is both a gift and a burden.

I’m never beating the easily irritated allegations

Seen a video that said "I lost my mind trying to figure out yours and that basically sums up how bad I wanted it to be you" That really hit home

Black. Black af . Black as hell. Blackety Black. Mama Black. Daddy Black. Granny Black. If I died and had the choice to come back any race it would be BLACK! & EVERYDAY ITS A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO BE BLACK! I am my ancestor’s wildest dreams!! 🤎✨🤎✨🤎

The second stage of a relationship:

Not only do I love a man that I can call for everything, I love when a man wants to be called for everything. Never annoyed always ready to solve a problem.

So glad I stopped associating myself with alot of people, no shade..had love for em prolly still do, but everyone isnt meant to be around you!

My therapist told me,...

One unwritten rule of dating me is don’t ignore me. You can tell me you don’t want to talk. You can tell me you need space, whatever the case. Radio silence is a hard limit for me. It touches a very vulnerable place in me.

I think ppl truly underestimate how hard it is for two human beings, to do LIFE together. The amount of effort, compromise, understanding, trust, loyalty, honesty, resilience, love, care etc, etc, that it takes. You have to CHOOSE that person every single day.

& when I’m with my man, my whole life on DND!!!

Lately, I've been including this in my prayer: "If I'm not meant to have it, Lord, please remove the desire from my heart to want it, and help me find peace in its absence."

shit that hurt me replay in my head forever

Nah… Bossman Dlow really just flipped Khia’s “My Neck, My Back” into a summer anthem 😮‍💨🔥

Its belt to ass bout these last lil feelings I got left ho.

lied. I am a eater. I love when u can’t leave me alone. I love being babied. I love being told what to do. I love making out. I love when you show you’re jealous. I love that sleepy voice. I LOVE physical touch. I LOVE crazy. I love obsessiveness.

Do not ignore me. You can tell me you don't want to talk. You can tell me you need space. Whatever the case may be. Radio silence is a hard limit for me. It touches a very vulnerable place in me.