I look at you and think to self, ” this is a portrait of a Queen.”
I’ve seen my future in your eyes and now I know what love means.
The truths what I’ve desired and I’ve known it since I’ve met you.
An angel in my presence, I truly feel that God has sent you.
one day I’ll get love letters like this and either put them under my pillow or frame them and hang them on my walls.
The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him. —Psalm 37:23
We’re often looking for God’s will—especially when we’re in a difficult situation. We wonder, What will happen to me here? Should I stay or does God want me somewhere else? The only way to know for sure is to do what He asks you to do right now—the duty of the present moment—and wait for God to reveal the next step.
I’m noticing a trend.
did y’all forget about
Oh yes, that grand fantasy where POC (mainly black people) allow that one special “down ass” white person to become a part of the clique.
Poc as pets and props 101
I ain’t believe I used to stan for these people
the koolaid was strong
I used to love Gwen Stefani…I appropriated with her and wore bendhi’s. I was around 15. History that I was being taught didn’t discuss appropriation. Schools didn’t cover it. If anything it encouraged it. I didn’t know how horrible she was or how horrible my wearing them was. But that is how sneaky all what they are doing is.
White popstars or media at large will wear other cultures and display POC as props to fulfill the fantasy of a world where they can play dress up and be down with the crew for a few hours for fun expirment without any pause.
my wedding vows:
that’s about shit.
who just happens to be my pussy worshiper
get rich or die trying to graduate from college