saltedskinandsexhair:

shooooes

imjustarebelwithoutacause:

True fact (Taken with instagram)

Maybe one day we will meet again
So sorry ur life had to end
Ur absence broke my heart
Should’ve protected u from the start
I really do think of u all the time
What life would be if this world were kind
But now ur gone, gone too soon
I should’ve gave u the stars & the moon
Had a dream the other day
& i know it was u
I cried & cried because i was happy to see u
Beautiful face
Made my heart pace
I woke up upset
It was all done & said
An angel you have become
On earth, u were already one
In my heart, there are unfixable cracks
Ones that will only heal if u came back
So sorry, your life had to end
Maybe one day we will meet again

My mother’s day gift! A wallet made out of a juice carton. I love it! :) (Taken with instagram)

Sick & tired of being lost & caught up in everyone’s world but my own. Making everyone happy but myself. Rejecting things I want for things I need. Forgetting me & remembering everyone. A complete 180 is needed.

Taken with instagram

saltedskinandsexhair:

fucking skill, on so many levels

His lips fit mine perfectly
His body is one of a Greek God
His scent makes me weak
His eyes hypnotize me
His skin as smooth as a baby
His face chiseled without flaw
His confidence exudes so effortless
His voice is a beautiful melody
His aura so calm & relaxing
His smile shines through darkness
His work ethic makes my heart beat
His masculinity of the bravest soldier
His caring personality brings tears to my eyes
I know one day he will be mine
I know one day I will be his
Our hands clasp together perfectly
Our souls were meant to be together for an eternity
By: Felicia H. aka Princess Fee

I want love.
That old-school love.
That holding the door,
Dozen roses sent,
Pulling out my chair,
Throw ur coat over the puddle,
Write me a sweet note type love.
I want love.
That bestest friend love.
That laugh the best laughs,
Cry on my shoulder when ur down,
Curse me out, then call me an hour later,
Share all our secrets & read each others mind type love.
I want love.
That R. Kelly type love.
That 12-play before you sex me,
I’ll wine for u because I’m your Jamaican queen,
Honey love after u stick ur key in my ignition,
Feelin’ on my booty but not on the down low,
Because as we’re high on that sex weed all I can think is this is the Greatest Sex.
Yea that R. Kelly type love.
I want love.
That overdosed on drugs love.
That fiendin’ for u,
That using u & can’t get enough of u,
That high so high all i could do is laugh,
& when u leave i feel sick.
all i do is deal with my withdrawal symptoms until i can have u again.
That sick love.
I want love.
That puppy love.
That do u like me, circle yes.
Then poke me to show ur admiration.
Give me ur sandwich & ill give u mine.
Butterflies in my stomach as i wait for his call at nine.
Kiss me for a long time.
All my homegirls think he fine.
That young, dumb love.
I want love.
That real love.
That down ass chick.
Ride or die & bust a cap for my nigga type love.
Run his bath water.
Cook his favorite meals.
He know I love him when i kiss his forehead & lie on his chest.
That real love.
I want love.
That intense feeling of deep affection.
I want to feel a deep romantic & sexual attraction.
I want to be fond of him.
I want him to adore me.
I want that mutual passion.
That type of love.

By Felicia H.