ill make a post about it
tattooo soon
dear cupid
Dear Cupid,
Next time you decided to shoot me with an arrow here are the standards you must go by:
I want a girl who wants respect not attention.
Who can party but knows moderation.
Who is beauty goes beyond the surface of her skin.
She intelligent and can hold her own in conversations.
Has a mind of her own and doesn’t need to be told what to do and how to do things all the time.
A princess in public and porn star in private ;).
She has to be mature, but that doesnt mean lack a sense of humor.
Isn’t drama prone.
Take life serious and does play game but when she does play its on xbox 360.
Knows what the word commitment means, and doesn’t sleep with every dick the west of the Mississippi because she had something to drink.
She has to be real.
p.s. you have too fucking shoot her too!
Wet…
Ayo come here baby girl, let me take you on a shopping spree, bring that ass home work it out like PX90,yeah your hair looking all messy cause I got you all sweaty got you gasping for the air breathing kinda heavy, got your pussy all wet flooding gates and breaking levies. You’d think your name was katrina the way we’re making this love a romantic disaster, so come here baby girl I can be your prince charming so stop kissing toads searching they alt to be, cause no matter who you find will never be as good as me, So stop fucking trying cause I’m the king, sitting on this throne never getting off cause this world is mine to own. Its always dream big or go home.
We have a Velcro relationship but every time inside my inner me is like
Black hole heart
I have a black hole where my heart used to be, What was once a large burning star fueled with passion has now collapsed in on itself and going cold. Its void of feeling, there is no love here, there is no remorse, there is only hunger that consume any light that may come close enough to be captured enjoying the slight feeling of joy as passions approaches the event horizon before is decense in to the obis on nothingness. I have a black hole where my heart used to hoping one day that i drift close enough to a star so lovely it ignites the passion dormant from within so we can burn brightly together.
It is for this reason
“First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which had lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this. He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer. So there is only one thing for the lover to do. He must house his love within himself as best he can; he must create for himself a whole new inward world — a world intense and strange, complete in himself. Let it be added here that this lover about whom we speak need not necessarily be a young man saving for a wedding ring — this lover can be man, woman, child, or indeed any human creature on this earth.
Now, the beloved can also be of any description. The most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love. A man may be a doddering great-grandfather and still love only a strange girl he saw in the streets of Cheehaw one afternoon two decades past. The preacher may love a fallen woman. The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed, and given to evil habits. Yes, and the lover may see this as clearly as anyone else — but that does not affect the evolution of his love one whit. A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp. A good man may be the stimulus for a love both violent and debased, or a jabbering madman may bring about in the soul of someone a tender and simple idyll. Therefore, the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.
It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.”
― Carson McCullers
Whatever it be…
Be it Love or Hate often what I speak is too heavy of a burden to bare. So I look up to the sky; hoping the answers there but all I ever find is nothingness filled with air. So when I sit down all alone I traveled there; to a place in my mind when it was just you and me. Thinking about what we are to the who the people we could’ve been, we could made the universe ours, I could made you necklaces with stars as your diamonds, but nope not this life time. So all we are is all we will ever amount to be, something a little tangible than the air that we breath. Yeah now when people ask what this girl means to me? I reply with nothing while inside I scream because what the fuck do I do when you still me something to me while I mean nothing to you?
1 year later I thought that it would all be the same but here I am now with this money and this fame. All our mutual friends telling me you wondering if I changed if still had the feelings wondering if you came back into my life if I would give you my name. So you could share in my spoils cause now I have something to gain but in the past when I wanted you acted like I was strange. So over time things change but not really, you wanna use me that’s not new ma and I’m not stupid.
To be continued…..
Idea of fun
What is my idea of fun? My Idea of fun is going on long drives often without destinations and just talking until everyone gets tired and wants to go home after stopping at a Wawa lmao. I like to go out to eat at new restaurants despite its often isn’t cost effective. I like going on weird “adventures” in place we have no business at times that aren’t necessarily “legal.” In the realm of sports the only thing you will likely get me to do is ride a bike, swim, or go paint-balling. There is other random things that I don’t remember.
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This is me…
I watch Big bang theory and laugh because I think its funny because I’m intelligent and get the jokes. I have terrible luck with women, I think all bitches are stupid just as they think all guys are the same. I think a lot, I spend a large portion of my time in thought and observing things, a lot of time I be day dreaming off into a world I create and like because frankly its better than reality. I have friends I enjoy talking too and i have other friends that I wonder why there parents bother to teach them to speak at all. I read comic books, and still watch cartoons and most the time when I’m watching TV its either on Discovery channel, Sci, Military,Travel, or food network. I don’t really care for sports, I guess that makes me a “geek” but I don’t give a single atom of a fuck. I play video games, read articles on technology and science, I think religion is stupid, I like cooking because its science at work. I talk a lot, and when I speak it often sound as if I’m quoting something or speaking in metaphors. I’m often called an asshole but I actually tend to care about people. I’m just blunt and honest. This is me, so by all means go a head and judge me and then I wan you to guess how many fucks I will give? I will give you a hint it answer this “365 x 0 = ?”
No waiting on Someday…
One day you will fall in love and that person may not love you back, one day you are going to meet someone you really don’t like but that person may enjoy your company, one day you will feel down in the dumps and not know why, one day that person you loved will miss you and reflect on what could have been, one day you will move on because its a foolish to sit around waiting for someday because someday isn’t promised to come. The moral of the Life is things do not always go as planned we do not get nor achieve everything we want, time is all you have until the sand runs out of the hour glass don’t spend too much on someone or something that does not contribute equal value. Shit happens you have to keep scooping and moving down the road for you never know where the road will lead you too one day your paths may cross again, and maybe someday they could see you but who to say you will see them.
