Having guy friends: no drama, no betrayal, no jealousy. They're much more entertaining, and they're straight up. They're like your brothers, and got your back, instead of stabbing you in it.
June 2011
83 posts
My parents don’t even know the real me. They don’t know how many tears I’ve cried. How many nights I spent waiting for a call. How many times I’ve been hurt by someone. They don’t know that their “little princess” has grown up.
Whenever I see a pretty girl, I feel so intimidated. It's like whenever I think I look decent or okay, I come across a pretty girl in a picture or a pretty friend and I just immediately fall into the assumption that I would never measure up to that kind of "pretty." It's like I can never be enough because there will always be someone prettier and better.
May 2011
140 posts
When people hurt you over and over, think of them like a sand paper. They may scratch and hurt you a bit but in the end, you end up polished and they end up useless
When someone gets me mad or irritated, my "moke side" comes out.
depending on the situation I usually start saying,
- “burah’ shut the fuck up.”
- “watchu faka?”
- “wuuut bitch?”
- “wut get eye problem?”
- “like scrap?” “we go!”
- “no start watchu can’t finish brah.”
- “this bitch.”
“Whatever she was going through, it was beyond anything in my experience and beyond my ability to fix. I had no right to judge her, if I chose to stay with her – knowing the risks – all I could do was give her love and respect, and see how the story would end.”
—From the movie, My Sassy Girl (via boosted2zz)
