me

The me i show is not who i am. I feel the need to protect myself from everyone and everything. Its easier that way. I show them the me that they want to see and not who i am, i show them the me i want them to see as to protect me from them.

Everyone forms there own concept of who u are based on what they see. They see and think they no base on there understanding or what they think u should be.

Deception is wrong! says who? I think deception is gods gift to me my own defense, my shield against there expectations.
Samuel L. Jackson

—Go The F--k To Sleep

invisobitch:

Samuel L. Jackson reads “Go The Fuck To Sleep”

Bedtime will never be the same again.

Go a yuh fucking bed.

(Source: mf-zed, via chokesngags)

My 2013

I hope i love u my 2013. So new so fresh like new breath to a drowning man. I woke up somewhere after midday skipping the morning because of the night that was 2012. I’m a hungover mess that forgot the nights past but who wants to remember anyway. I look to the future and the days to come hopping i have more nights to forget. I hope i love u 2013 because u will be here a while and i cant go back to 2012.

Moms the word. Never before have i seen such a wonderful word and such a woman deserving of the title.
Moms the word my moms the girl the first woman that loved me and still does.
Moms the word my definition of a strong woman a strong person.
Moms the word Ann marie is the girl My mother the super powered woman.
Every step i took moms the word i have watched that girl moved a step or 2 herself.
With grace and elegance she grew into a wonderful person with strength she grew me, Moms
the word that wonderful word i thank god for that girl..

If the world ends on the 21 let it end with your lips on mine. Lets leave this mortal world together.

I posted this to remind myself in the future that i loved this.

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Fuck me. Now is no time for shyness, for tomorrow we may die and what fun would dicks be then? No fun at all.

Its almost like oxygen but u dont breath it. But all the same u need it. U feel it that serge like electricity. Its coveted, wanted like a itch that needs to be reached.   

(Source: marleenjeanette, via poetsprologue)

A Victim of Convenience: Love anonymous

victim-of-convenience:

Love unrequited is love just the same
burning hotter and higher, a seminal flame
that kneels at the altars of hope and of need
a garden imagined where languishes seed

What comforts a heart that is hidden from sight
that is given in whispers unheard in the night
shallow beating its desolate,…