Iβm really tired of you omgπ€£π€£π€£π€£
Iβm really tired of you omgπ€£π€£π€£π€£
you got damn right so I can keep telling folks I know a lawyer
I canβt wait, yes Jesus
I donβt bc I still play video games sksksksk
Hush LMFAOOO
Okay now fave
Unfortunately no
Hey sexy lady !!π
Tuh! We love Whitney over here!!
Ooouu what did you get done to your hair?
I knew I liked you for a reason!!
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IF HE MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE A MILLION DOLLAR BILLπ£οΈ
(Y'all don't be listening to no damn Whitney Houston records in the whip....pls...)
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an absolutely gorgeous photo of a city skyline illuminated by the sunset. in front of it is a roof that is adorned with warm orange fairy lights. there are lovely street lamps sprinkled around the scenery and a small bird flies through the sky. this photo was taken by my wonderful friend Kendra. she is tagged in the reply.
my poem. it reads: your hand was soft when you needed me. when i was your escape, you held me like the horizon indulges the sun. when you sat in hellfire, i cooled your skin and illuminated your beauty with the lights of sleeping towns. i walked you through nights that hummed songs which echoed your unforgettable voice. i spoon-fed you the most innocent pieces of my vitality. i painted my memory of you to have smoldering street lamps, skylines, and the nostalgic feeling of a city that makes one feel invited-those evenings where you feel welcomed into something that only the nocturnal youth are aware of. i could put you and your laugh and your jingling bag and the clamor of your flask on shuffle and listen for hours. you made me feel angelic when i was a hiding place. and then you were freed, and i was shelved. i sat in the dust of your souvenirs and watched you return to truer desires. those eerie backstreets may not have been fooled by how you adored me, but for a moment, i was. i forgot my place. the jazz melodies and the sweet burn of spices blurred my senses and made me fall in love with false foreshadowing. i felt you soaking my love in, unaware that you were draining it. i wrestle with the vision of you admiring the lake with me again. i remember us snuggled in the grass, vignetted by aged buildings and yearning artists. i loved how eternal we felt. i think of how your childlike cries of joy harmonized with the heartbeat of the streets. i sit in awe of how we lived in a timeless film, playing parts that i didn't realize were scripted. you told me we could share roots. you called me blood. you sang lullabies into the chambers of my heart. i miss how soft you were when you were lying. c.I. 3.13.26
#poetryfridays.
Rell π€£
Canβt pay me to willingly drink vodka EVER
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How tall are you?
Like sheesh π€£and Iβve gained more weight since then
NAO
Mariah Carey
Prince
YEWWWWW CAN BE QUIET BOOKIE!!!
Yall swear I have ass. I do not know what yall see.
I went through this tooπ
Iβm so tired of this life
Hey nowπ€£
Itβs my biggest insecurity tooπ₯΄and I get a lot so I have to wax it now. Itβs VERY embarrassing
I am sincerely tired of PCOS and this fuckin facial hair Iβll tell you THAT