The Unwritten Journey

An old soul in a new age. Life is a journey you have to be willing to travel. The path is bumpy and winding, but I'm ready to go as long as I have my headphones on, I'm rocking out. web counter

[twerks4dean-blog]

[10knotes]

I SWEAR I LAUGH AT THIS EVERY TWO SECONDS

[jazzlife]

Ewwww... Go Away. Lol

[hearts-and-smiles-blog]

Where you been??

Here I am. Sitting completely still and pulling my hair out at ends. Asking myself how did I get here? Wanting to text him…screw that. I want to ring his phone off the hook until I get an answer. Where you been? You gave me that good good luvin now you out here acting like a thug ducking and runnin from this good good lovin.

Or maybe you’re not acting and I’ve been playing a fool from the start. Thinking that you meant every syllable you uttered. Flowering me with adjectives, gorgeous, sexy, beautiful…never uttering my name and uncovering my truth. Damn boy…Where you been? Fuck it I already know. Running through my mind like all the time to the point where I gotta let you go.

[jazzlife]

Life ain't but a beach

[thechanelmuse]

Artist Paints the Universe and Nature into Black Women’s Hair

Pierre Jean-Louis is a multimedia artist based in New York and Philadelphia, who has built up quite a social media following as a result of his unique works. Jean-Louis paints mystical images of the universe and nature onto images of Black women’s natural hair. His intricate works feature flowers, vines, and even an entire forest, all seamlessly woven into coils and kinks. Jean-Louis even invites his followers to tag him in their photos on Instagram so that he can consider their portraits as well.

[tonisingerloverfriend]

YES YES YES YAAAASSSS

[pussy-and-pizzza-x-deactivated2]

😍😍😍😍

[jazzlife]

This. Right. Here. Is. Life.

[hearts-and-smiles-blog]

Where you been??

Here I am. Sitting completely still and pulling my hair out at ends. Asking myself how did I get here? Wanting to text him…screw that. I want to ring his phone off the hook until I get an answer. Where you been? You gave me that good good luvin now you out here acting like a thug ducking and runnin from this good good lovin.

Or maybe you’re not acting and I’ve been playing a fool from the start. Thinking that you meant every syllable you uttered. Flowering me with adjectives, gorgeous, sexy, beautiful…never uttering my name and uncovering my truth. Damn boy…Where you been? Fuck it I already know. Running through my mind like all the time to the point where I gotta let you go.

[jazzlife]

Lauryn Hill the legend.... #LaurynHill #Legendary #Blessing #R&B #Hiphop #Queen

[jazzlife]

The sweetest thing I've ever known. Was a kiss on my collar bone...

[jazzlife]

Doing it for the Pink Ladies. Breast Cancer Awareness Month is all of October. You should be aware 365 days a year. Take the time to keep yourself healthy, even men.

[throughtheeyesofms]

[jazzlife]

Boyyy Byee!

[fckyeahundergroundhiphop]

[jazzlife]

Ugh I love these 2. HIP HOP geniuses

[lol-nah-dawg]

[jazzlife]

Those seen messages be putting you on blast.

[jazzlife]

I have the desire to lay in bed forever...Or until forever seems too long. Unfortunately time to get to work.

[k1mkardashian]

whenever a friend tells me another friend’s business i be like “omg tell me everything!! details!!” cuz i’m nosy but in my mind i be like “hmmm okay i can’t trust this hoe….”

[jazzlife]

This is the truth!!

[jazzlife]

Have you ever met a guy who isn't the one you want? But is everything you need?

[jazzlife]

Argument I heard on the bus

Guy 1: no, niggah, gay bros can raise babies. Look at that warthog motherfucker and that ferret thing that raised Simba. And that niggah became king of motherfucking Africa.

[jazzlife]

Undress

For 32 days he played this game of seduction, waiting patiently to bring her body to eruption.

For 32 days he stimulated and tantalized her mind, satisfied with knowing she came every time,

And every time she would continue to come as long as he kept their promise of becoming one

Tired of cheap hoes and two bit tricks he wanted a woman he could make it legit with

To know it was safe to part those sweet lips and take his tongue for a dip in the juice that only she could produce 

But it was thoughts like that that would get him off track so he had to think back to that second date where she asked him to wait

To take it steady until they knew they were ready.

But she had to let him know that his wait had not been in pain, that her body had been in pain

To the point where the scent of his cologne would make her moan, the brush of his fingertips would make her groan

She wanted him to find home in between her thighs and know that she could make him rise to the occasion and leave a trail of fire blazin

He would come home and she say, "Baby, i sense your duress. Now just Undress."