January 2012
I’ve noticed that a lot of the Black “conscious” blogs on here seem to focus on white racist, while simultaneously complaining about white people making everything about them…. Isn’t that kind of counterproductive? Shouldn’t we be trying to keep the focus on us. Shouldn’t we be more focused on bringing ourselves up and educating ourselves and building our own self esteem, instead of trying to tell white people about themselves?… I mean, I could be so wrong. Maybe we need to be doing both. Idk…. This is just something I’ve noticed.
If you ask me how I’m doing
I would say I’m doing just fine
I would lie and say that you’re not on my mind
But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two
And finally I’m forced to face the truth,
No matter what I say I’m - not over you
“My Tumblr is so unique and creative”
—the 18-year old female “blogger” who reblogs every pretty picture she sees, and makes 1 text post a month complaining about all the men in her life, and how she deserves more in general
I don't know the secret to success, but the secret to failure is trying to please everyone.
Listen
See back in high school I used to love to see you out on the bleachers, the reason why I couldnt pay attention to sneakers, the first day I seen you I knew you were a keeper, fly from your hair to the sole of your sneakers. - Pac Div
I love it when he pretends to be mad at me, and snatches all the covers off my body, only to turn back around and guide his hands all over my body giving me goosebumps. I love it when he tries to sneakingly take off my bottoms, and inch his fingers into my underwear. I love it when it lets me run my fingers through his hair all night. I love the way he lifts me in the air as if I’m as just a feather. I love it when he smiles in the middle of a kiss. I love it when he’s the big spoon while we cuddle. I love the sound he always makes when he wants more kisses. I love it when he kisses every beauty mark on my body. I love it when he goes on a mission to find new ones. I love the way he looks at me after we make love. I love it when he lets me fall asleep on top of him. I love the way he loves me. And he loves the way I love him back.
We get it poppin’ like we ‘sposed to do
Instead of kissing ass and sucking dick like most of you
Living on your knees, you got no control
Fucking haters, kick rocks with open toes
Loved you to death though, that’s why I fucking hate your guts.
SMILE MOTHERFUCKER
BE HAPPY
Continental Kush Breakfast
Smoke DZA
Continental Kush Breakfast - Smoke DZA
As the world keep turnin’ and this kush keep burnin’
Wake and bake every morning like the sun when it’s risin’
I lied, this the life
The connects confidential and the weed’s continental
Like the planes and my Bentley and Rollys, presidential with ice
So they like, “Riiiiiiiiiiight!”
