A Love

I want a sweet, sweet love.
Love that fills me up inside and out
I barely breath, but it’s okay.

I want a love that I know when I’m down in the trenches, I can reach out for that hand.
A love that doesn’t know pride when angry.

A love that commits mistakes, and is self aware. I want a love that forgives , And wants forgiveness.
Genuine.

I want a love that accepts me,
Understanding of my impurities,
And physical flaws.
A love that doesn’t look back on the past, but is focused on us now, and how a now can create a tomorrow.

I want a love that I can teach, and can teach me. Feed my brain of wisdom, music, spirituality, and politics. A love that brings out each others beautiful colors, and not our black and grays.

I want a love I can take care of, nurture, and caress. A love that will appreciate that.
A love that with a physical and metaphysical connection. The fire never dying inside of us.
Passion.

I want a love, that seeps through my pores, that drips down my secret embrace. A love made beyond intercourse.

A love with out secrets or private affairs.
I want a love that is just us two..

addict.

As an addict, you never stop.
You drop one vice, to cling on the next
You leech on to the most detrimental one

You suck the blood out of it,
You take advantage of its beautiful high
And while you are floating,
It’s slowly disintegrating you inside

And each time you take a hit,
The high is less, so you hit it more.
You abuse it, him, more.
But it’s never like that first time.

You fight it, you fuck it up.
You love it so much, but you fuck it up.
It’s weak to you, as you are weak to it.

You force a responsibility on it over you,
& when it doesn’t comply.
You become dark, thoughtless, common sense- less
You blame the vice.

You, you, you,
But it’s me.
You cry for it, you beg for it,
disregarding any self love or respect.
You can’t comprehend why it doesn’t make you feel how it did
At one time….
And now..

You are laid up in bed, fetal position, in pain.
Tears falling.
WITHDRAWING
you just want one more taste, just one more you say,
And you promise never again.
God. you lie to yourself so hard, that it would be the last time.
You convince yourself…
But that’s not bringing it back.

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diaknows:

The memories 😌 ❤!

My childhood in a nutshell. Greatest disney movies ever.

When Disney Channel Was Good.

I’m dead about to cry… This is true memories.

The Color of Friendship » :’)

My childhood 😋

Color of Friendship was that shit

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In this case, the “about the same rate” phrasing is being used since Whites actually use marijuana MORE than Blacks. Even if the difference in percentage is deemed statistically insignificant, the “same rate” framing would not be used if Black people used marijuana more. Even so, important research by the ACLU regarding the racism of the “drug war” on marijuana was released in a new report.

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Words

People underestimate the mental damage of words.
They spit out mass soul destruction
Your heart aches,
Scrunched up
Fetal postion
Enduring the pain


The words hit like cannon balls
The the pieces fall
I don’t let it die..
My soul reaches for them
With the last of strength
I try to rebuild
It back up

Words dismantle
The layers of love
Build levels of bitterness
Soul weakens

Words sleep in the back of your brain
Waiting for actions to wake them up again
Showing the prophecy behind those words
Becoming your reality
Your undenying nightmare

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casting for music video

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willthewriter:

Deacon Ray on draft day

willthewriter:

Deacon Ray on draft day

and-the-distance:

Top NFL draft picks Nos. 1-32

26. Ray Lewis (Baltimore Ravens, 1996)

and-the-distance:

Top NFL draft picks Nos. 1-32

26. Ray Lewis (Baltimore Ravens, 1996)

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audreylostinparis: Salvador Dalí and Yves Saint Laurent

audreyhepburncomplex:

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intotherabbithole:

Lord grant me strength and success today.

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