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i just wanna travel & fuck u on hotel balconies

Me

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Black boy joy😁

#blackout

heirmax

*Bon Iver - Skinny Love plays in background*

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sonoanthony

this is funny but its not funny at the same time cus im dying

cleothegoldfish

It’s funny bc this is true. Like I went to the ER last Monday, literally passed out in the ER, and they still made me wait an hour before admitting me.

hypnotic-flow

when theres a racist post/tweet and black tumblr/twitter about to go in on the op..

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Look

If you could look through my eyes, it would be really easy to explain how I feel about you. You would notice that my eyes see beyond your physical features and starts having a staring contest with your soul. I am naturally drawn to your personality and I can’t help, but to gaze at your inner qualities. Your caring nature, strong will, and selfless behavior, leaves me star struck. When I’m around you, your aura keeps me warm. Your presence alone feels just as good as wearing a cozy sweater on a slightly chilly day. When you speak, I let your words repeat in my head like the melody from a catchy song. My ears long for the stories about your day like a plant needs water to survive. You have me lost in your trance without even attempting to draw my interest. I guess that’s what I love most about you, the fact that you bring so much joy to those around you, when all you’re really doing is just being yourself. I wish you weren’t so oblivious to the impact you have to those around you, because then you would be able to see exactly what I see when I look at you. Maybe it’s not about you being more aware of your impact, but instead, me just being upfront and telling you how you make me feel. Knowing me, I probably won’t say a thing. However, whenever you catch me staring at you, the look on my face should say it all.

ugottaluvkam

Dance

She was the reason I started dancing. At first, it was to calm her down when she cried. Her tears would quickly fade into laughter as I spun her around and dipped her a few times. Dancing with her was my way to make her smile. Later on, it became more than a cure for her sadness. In time, dancing became our thing. I’d throw on any song I could find and we would let loose. We went from her using my feet as her dance floor to us jumping around acting silly. We then had this obsession with spinning and twirling. It felt like every time I spun her around, she become more grown. Eventually, we made an art of dancing. Any time we went to a party, she saved her first dance for me. I never wanted to go to those things but I couldn’t leave my baby girl on the dance floor alone. But as she got older, those dances went from being our thing to just a formality. She went through them as if it was a chore she needed to finish before she could go out. I couldn’t be completely mad, she wasn’t my baby girl anymore. Yet, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t see her any other way. With time, the dancing stopped completely. I was saddened by it, but I never said a thing. It wasn’t just the dancing that I missed. When we were on the dance floor, it was kinda like a confessional. She would tell me about her life, things she wanted to do, all the things that bothered her, and anything else that would come to mind. Now she doesn’t even call me. I barely see her because she’s so busy all the time. It’s been so long since our last dance that I can’t even remember the steps anymore. Honestly, I don’t even recall the last time I danced in general. Then again, why should I? Dancing was our thing and without her, it just wasn’t the same. So I just relive our dances any time I hear a song come on. Whether we get one more dance in this lifetime or not, I’ll always cherish the ones that we did have….