So I decided to take up photography as a hobby, so here are some of my favorite shots pf some of my favorite people and random things and people.
Do you actually like her? Or you like the way she makes your penis feel?
Do you actually care about her well-being or you only care about if she’s well with you?
Just waste her time and fill her with bogus stories, tell her what she wants to hear and fill her head with fake promises. Treat her like a princess but within your heart she’s just another one in a long line women will Serve under him.
Make her feel like she’s the only one, so whenever she does something wrong you play the victim and leave her with a heart filled with guilt and let her apologize.
After you’ve done this you get a sense you’re now in control and become a manipulative genius. You constantly mislead and make her feel you can’t do anything wrong, now that you have her heart make like she’s not good enough and will never be good for anyone else but you.
Her self-esteem is now low and she’s addicted to your lies and your bullshit and doesn’t realize you’re a no good, lying pathetic loser, but that’s perfectly fine because you’re already on to the next female doing the same exact routine but unfortunately, you met your match and she won’t fall your lies and your deceit, your games and manipulative ways. So you take your anger and frustration out of the princess who thinks you’re the best person ever; she’s angry and panicking, thinking what have I done wrong how can I please my ‘prince’, she runs to friends for help and while you run from bed to bed in search of something that is none existent.
Until one day you end it all. You let her know the truth, you apologize to her but it’s too late because you’ve created another broken woman, another angry woman, you’ve created another stereotypical angry black woman. You’ve helped this Queen loose her crown, but soon she’ll be back while you keep ruining more lives only failing to realize you’re ruining yours.
You are only making yourself into a damaged boy who will never get a basic understanding of an emotional connection or the joys of having someone who your Soul is tied to.
People understand me so poorly that they don’t even understand my complaint about them not understanding me.All I wanted was to live a life where I could be me, and be okay with that. I have no need for material possessions, maybe a little of money or even close friends with me on my journey. I don’t understand people very well anyway,and they never seem to understand me very well either. All I want is to write corny poems and crazy stories and the opportunity to create my own world and my own reality of dope shit. I want new beginnings on a daily basis, I want to open roads and be legendary.
It’s been 3 years and man does that shit feel like fucking 3 minutes ago, tears rolling down my eyes as I become an emotional wreck struggling to calm myself down as I’m ready to rage.
After all these years why does this still affect me, after all these years why am I still struggling with the pain. I know you are the best person I ever knew, the best friend that I ever had, you were my life support and honestly without for all these years have been lost. I’ve done everything to deal with the pain but nothing has worked.
From the alcohol, to the pill popping from numerous sexual escapades. It’s all been a waste of my life, running from place to another to find comfort constantly running from everything and anything that reminds me of you. Constantly beating myself up for not teaching the potential for which you know I could be at, feeling like worthless nuisance who’s roaming with no help or guidance.
I lost love and I’ve been filled with nothing hate and dismay over everything and everyone. I lost my way and passion, I lack clear vision and all of this is because you’re gone.
I wish there was a way for you to let me know you’re still here, and that you still care. I wish you were to shine your light upon me once again and show me the way, but until that moment comes I’m going to continue living life with no care, making sure I pretend like I have absolutely no regrets, rant and complain about everything like I didn’t create these problems myself.
Until you come back, I’m going to keep throwing my life away because at the end of the day I’m going to rot in hell, while you’re in heaven doing super dope things with God.
I miss you and I wish you could show me the way again.
Those lips, those lips of yours command attention, But what comes out of them keeps the attention, your ability to linger proper dialogue, Your voice something about it reminds of a lark, but you don’t even sing.
Those hips, those hips are more figured than a cursive 8, She has the power to calculate a mans intentions to divide and multiply by any means of sequence. Because her breasts are filled with the curiosity to make a man think, think thoughts couldn’t be sung.
The only thing missing to this wonderful work of art is his hands wrapped around her and holding her in comfort.
The fiercest and most Feisty of them all, thank God for creating a beauty with such dominance with morals & high intelligent quotient
Pliable enough to put cracks and breakthrough any impalpable heart.