She said “Tip, all I wanna do is feel love, even if I know it ain’t real love
Even if I know a nigga only finna hit it then never call back, I still fuck”
And that’s fucked up
- T. I - Memories Back Then
i know this isn’t love. nothing close to it. common sense does not exist when the dick gets hard. bible verses vaporize when i;m horny. some of the thoughts after climax are the most troubling. “WTF am I doing here?”, “do i even respect myself?”
girls get pissed off when you don’t stay after you nut. they want to cuddle and kiss. and i just want to go. i don’t want to be around.
funny thing is, i’m still a virgin. slutty virgin at that. it puts me at a real disharmony with my conscience though. i’m experimenting. with her body. she says she’s fine with it. i know better.
Anonymous asked: Your real, like raw real, and I really appreciate that.
i tend to avoid the new testament when i’m fornicating
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My mind is such a strange place. I have a strange almagalmation of thoughts. My imagination can take me from midnight vigilante and Hollywood romance to the depths of lust in graphic detail. I don’t know if you can tell by looking into my eyes.
In Acts 16 I am thoroughly impressed that Paul knows his right as a Roman citizen. Yes, he belongs to the kingdom of God but it doesn’t mean he is ignorant of earthly law. This is important. We must be aware of governmental structures that persecute or protect us.
You lift bro?
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Where a woman rules, streams run uphill.
~Ethiopian proverb — (via howiviewafrica)
The burdens of a public life, of living as a symbol of some vast and unquenched yearning, are well-known, but few among us understand with the terrible insight of the Shabazz family what it means to die that way. Malcolm Shabazz, activist, blogger, and grandson of Malcolm X, died Thursday in Mexico City at the age of twenty-eight. His is the seventh untimely death in an index of lamentation that spans four generations. For many years now it has been quietly known and seldom spoken that both Martin and Malcolm’s heirs occupy a space on the far end of some bell curve of suffering. The specifics—King’s brother drowning little more than a year after his assassination, his mother gunned down in the sanctuary where he and his father pastored, Betty Shabazz’s death after a fire in her home—seem both too crucial to forget and too cruel to recognize with any frequency.
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