Month: May 2015
some underrated shit is when shawty lay on u or u lay on her while yall talk it just feel like the words mean more like yall connected or some shit
Sufjan Stevens music sounds like gentrification I don’t know how to explain it like his music sounds like rising real estate prices and fair trade coffee shops pushing out small businesses
“You only support them/ like them because they’re black”…
StandardWell yea…
I mean most white people dislike me because I’m black.
This system is against me because I’m black.
They deny me a fair chance at a simplified human existence because I’m black.
So….yea….simply being black is enough for me to show love. Just like being black is enough for me to receive hate.
Word!
Niggas don’t grasp this concept
Yaaaaaaaaaaasssss
good things to tell yourself everyday
Standarduseyourmelody-deactivated201503:
❁ i am worthy
❁ i am more than my appearance
❁ i am loved
❁ i am cared for
❁ i am strong
❁ i am beautiful
❁ i am a good person
❁ i am allowed to get rid of the toxic people in my life
❁ my body does not define me
❁ i deserve respect
❁ i deserve good things
❁ i do not need to justify my actions
❁ and most importantly, i can get through anything.
everytime nicki minaj smiles my skin gets clearer, my eyebrows become fuller, and my bills get paid
Never trust a person that has let you down more than 2 times. Once was a warning, twice was a lesson and anything more than that is simply taking an advantage.
Wanting and Knowing
Standard“You wanted to fuck her.”
“You say that like I shouldn’t. Like I should only want to make out with her or kiss her fucking feet or something.”
“I just want you to be honest about it.”
“I am being honest! We had a great time, and I like her a lot. I think she’s beautiful, sexy, and brilliant. I…”
“You wanted to rip off her clothes and fuck her silly.”
“I don’t know if that’s exactly…”
“Of course you fucking know! You just don’t want to say it to me. I’m a fucking adult, you know. I can handle it. In fact, you not saying it is making it worse.”
“Why do I have to decide this with you? Why the hell can’t I decide this with her? I mean, you already know that I like fucking you, so what does it matter? If we fuck, we fuck, and I don’t want to have to figure it out before hand.”
We both took deep breaths and leaned back. We each took sips from our drinks, and we looked nervously around the bar as we realized that people were listening.
“You don’t have to figure it out,” she finally said. “I just don’t want you to think you can’t tell me. I want you to know I can handle it, and I want you to know that I prefer you being honest with me than second guessing everything.”
I thought for a few moments longer than was comfortable.
“I’m not always good at knowing what I want. But I’ll try to tell you when I do. Deal?”
She leaned over and kissed me. “Deal,” she said.
“I wanted to fuck her,” I whispered with a sheepish grin.
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Yeah, those poly moments when you have to figure your shit out and it’s not going exactly like you planned.