she really said, “you aren’t the nigga that i thought you were. just a boy, will address you as such, and a boy could never be enough. i let myself down. i let myself trust” THE MFN PENNNNNNNNNN 🥺
& no shade, when it come to these nggas ima let you btches win BAD 😂 y’all can have him, share him, pass him around, make a lil schedule… whatever works for the community. no ngga attached to me will ever have me arguing, competing or looking dumb over him with a bunch of raggedy btches. the second I find out I’m in a rotation, I’m removing myself from the roster. congratulations, btch, you won a ngga that was entertaining everybody 😭😂😂😂
fun fact: if you’re only valued when you’re radiant, sensual and sweet but not when you’re sad, frustrated or needing emotional depth then you’re being objectified and this goes to friendship too.
I’m so happy I’ve outgrown the need to rekindle relationships, platonic or romantic. You said this? You did that? Okay! We never need to speak again. Life’s too short not to find comfort in endings.
Isolation really does heal you & strengthen your discernment ! Sometimes you really do need to remove yourself, get quiet & just focus on YOU !
If I gotta keep tellin a grown ass ngga I wanna feel loved, chosen & like I actually MATTER to him, just forget the whole sht. I’m not finna keep begging you to do what should come natural when you fw somebody. If making me feel loved always gotta be a conversation, keep that half ssa sht. If loving me optional to you, leaving yo ass mandatory for me.
I done helped a ngga through some of his darkest days just for him to turn around and become the reason for mine. That’s why I don’t brag about being no ride or die anymore. Baby, sometimes you need to GET OUT THE CAR.
i wasn’t a btch
i was nice.
Then nicer.
Then patient,
Then understanding,
Then I was fucking OVER IT.
So when you tell the story make sure you tell it right
I’m going through a phase where I think I’m finally learning how to let things go. The feelings I’ve held onto, the people I’ve outgrown, the fears that kept me stuck and the things I kept carrying long after they stopped serving me. I’m realising that letting go doesn’t mean it didn’t matter. It means I’m finally choosing to stop living in what’s already gone. I want new beginnings. New experiences, new memories, new love, new reasons to smile and a life that feels lighter and more honest. It’s time to stop looking back at what I’m leaving behind and start looking forward to everything that’s waiting for me. It’s time to move on.
Every time I get on Pinterest, I want to chop my hair, redo my room, buy a whole new wardrobe, get 5 tiny tattoos, start exercising and dieting and try 20 new recipes😭😭
i like intimacy with artifacts. your hoodie at my crib. my chain on your neck. your perfume in my sheets. little evidence that two separate lives keep leaking into each other.