“All these issues got me stressed, but I know it’s all a little test. I know better than to worry about the minor things, gotta keep my head up & focus on the finer things”—Womansworth (via -womansworth)
i am thankful for you the most. thank you for always kissing me goodnight, because i’m too old for my parents to do so. thank you for choosing me. loving me. and i am so truly, incredibly, unbelievably fortuitous to call you mine and damn proud. thank you for being such a gentleman with your chivalrous ways… thank you for caring. thank you for listening. thank you for staying. thank you for the constructive advice. thank you for catching me off guard. i didn’t think i could ever fall in love again. thank you for the music you’ve introduced me to. thank you for the orgasms ;) thank you for the butterflies in my stomach. thank you for making me wanna change my ways. thank you for being the reason for the huuuuge grin on my face. thank you for your commitment. thank you for making me feel special. every single day. thank you for making me your queen. because you’re my king, fareal. and thank you for giving me peace of mind. i love you Jeremy Vincent Fuentes, my crooked neighbor with all my crooked heart.
i could write a whole book on her.. but i summed it all up in a rhyme. what i sent my bfff this morning:
you’re more than what a friend could ever ask for. thank you for bringing me up when i’m down, thank you for all the smiles you keep on my face instead of a frown, thank you for showing me the definition of a real best friend, thank you for giving me a reason to trust again. thank you for your honesty, for your time, for your love… you’re the cheese to my macaroni, the baseball to my glove. and believe me, i mean this when i say, Kc Oliveros, the day that i lose you is the day that a piece of my heart breaks away.
“You can kiss me hello, open doors for me, pull out my chair, and hold my hand in public. But behind closed doors? I want you to bite my shoulder, hold my wrist down, push me up against the wall, and put your hands around my neck and apply just the slightest bit of pressure. Yes, I want you to choke me. Tell me you love me when we say good-bye, tell me how beautiful I look in the morning, and say thank-you when I pack you lunch. So that on a really good night? I’ll let you get away with saying, “You like that bitch?”—
She won’t allow her emotions get the best of her, she believes if she fights the pain, it will go away no matter how much it hurts. If you’re strong you will survive, even if she falls she will revive. You can hurt her, and it will phase her because she is human too, but she will not that affect her so much. Momma bred her to be a strong woman, a leader and a fighter, and by hell she will not be let down by no one.