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[bisexualrozanov]

#girl who is clearly healed and doing okay

[shunnyloposts]

Sis there is an unseen weight around your spiritual journey that was revealed to me in prayer. Am I allowed to speak on it?

No leave me alone

[keepasteadyhustle]

We’re getting older, start taking better care of your health.

[aidashakur]

realizing nothing can fill my void other than doing everything i promised myself i would do

[chuubiez]

pinkpantheress // balenciaga ss26

[academic-vampire]

𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔴

[ruesdeluxe]

[86jodeci]

[toiich]

Full Moon in Paris (1984), dir. Éric Rohmer

[the-gay-goblin]

Only day you can reblog this

[kmnysak]

[geek-ramblings]

Her love for Star Wars is actually next level and it is wild how much of a piece of shit some of the so called fans are to her. She is one of us!

[ladynadeen]

[flashbacks-ff]

Music, hallucinations & you.

Track: Mine by Beyonce ft. Drake

Dedicated to: cottonmouthjazz <3 

Donald

She didn’t say much on the phone after that question and I think for the first time it was a good thing because what came next was a:

“Um, you mind coming over?”

Word? This is booty call hours. Must have gotten me mistaken for Fam’s ass.  

“—or are you busy?” She continued.

Or not.

I had to laugh. I was always fucking busy, but she didn’t know that.

Did I want her to? Not really.

Did I want to go over to her place? Not sure.

But did I want to see her again? Absolutely.

“Nah, I was just working on some things for my new project.”

Her voice hitched on the other end of the phone, but before I could even let her end the conversation on such a note of denial, I spoke up.

“BUT, I have a feeling you could help me with some things.”

Her laugh emerged and I grinned, scrambling for my OP-1 in the basement studio.

“I have to help you with YOUR work?”

“Aw c’monnnn, you act like my projects are a bust.”

“I haven’t heard ‘em all sooooooo.”

“We should change that.”

“So you’re coming?”

“I’ll be there in 20.”

I knew where her place was—I even knew she was in the penthouse of a New York City complex, but I never stepped foot into the crib. I usually came with either Fam, Ludwig, or Niani but never for my own benefit.

“Cool, the door will be open so just come in.”

“You must feel real safe.”

“Not really.”

“You should lock the door then.”

“You should hang up the phone then.”

“Ha, alright—see you soon.”

“Same, and again the door WILL be open.” With that she snickered, hanging up.

I rolled my eyes to my own shock, stuffing my phone in my pocket.

I wasted no time getting into Fam’s rental car. I had no idea where all those niggas were because Chance’s car was gone and so was AJ’s hooptie.

My guess was: Chance was chilling with Mel again, AJ was out at some party filled with fist pumping fuck boys, Steve was with his female, Swank was helping accompany the “ugly friend” of Steve’s female, and Ludwig was with Sanaa.

I already knew Fam’s location and maybe I should have hit up that spot too to stack up on my weed stash. Cameron always gave good ass deals, especially to frequent costumers.

But I had more than enough at the moment and I was planning on sharing it.

And I’ll tell you why—

Weed was Olivia’s TRUTH SERUM.

And so was alcohol, so I’ve been told.

And I’m pretty sure any other type of shit that would throw down her defenses.

[Night of the campfire]

She was sucking the life out of a balloon full of Helium. Apparently these Hippies came from some God awful shindig up in Kansas City.

And apparently Helium and weed makes a female fucking adorable. But now that I think about it—I was fifteen.

I was a KID and I kissed the ground she walked on.

“So she came into the room and said: ‘Livia, we need to talk’ and I knew it was coming. It was FAAAACCCCCCCKKKINNNNG COMMMMINNNNGGGG MACCCC.” She sang out quickly at that high-pitched voice.

My shoulders jolting up in laughter and my eyes squinted in confusion because I lost all train of thought on what we were discussing. We zoomed through absolutely every conversation possible and I wasn’t sure we had more to say—but here she was blabbing. Not that it bothered me.

“Is this supposed to be funny?” I asked in a whisper.

“I don’t—“ She started and paused, tapping her chest. “I don’t—“ She began again.

“UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!” We both groaned up to the stars above us. Within seconds we were cackling again.

“You got another balloon?” She asked sprawling across my lap tiredly.

“Nope.” I grinned.

She always got like this when she was sleepy. She was trying her best to stay up and I wasn’t sure if hyper-sleepy was a thing but that was Olivia at that moment.

Shabba Ranks was playing below us in the RV with Maxi Priest.

Olivia hopped up quickly, but everything felt like it was going in slowmo.

My only thoughts were how magnificent weed OFFICIALLY was when she began grinding the night air slowly before me.

“You too young to be knowin’ dis song gyal.” Jules called out suddenly and I looked back, leaning up on my elbows.

“Oh you don’t know Miss Jules, my mama jams to this almost every night.” Olivia giggled, still dancing over me.

My eyes widened as she turned around above me, whining and ticking Jamaican style.

“Respect.” Kenny called out, climbing down the RV ladder.

I assumed being that Olivia had a little Jamaican in her from her mom’s side she’d know how to dance, but like THIS?

“Alright na!” Jules laughed out, following her brother down.

Were they gonna fucking leave me here with this high as fuck girl whining over me and a semi-erect boner?

Guess the fuck so.

Her body moved down to mine and I shook my head downwards, laughing. Her arm reached behind me and she grabbed onto the last balloon, biting a hole into it. Her body moved against mine during the song and it wasn’t helping that she was straddling me and my teenage dick.

In a series of very high and pitchy squeaks and giggles she recited:

“Me have, me have, me have

Di remedy fi mi heart

Me have di remedy fi di brain

Me have agony fi di body

Fi make yuh choo-choo like a train

Remedy fi di heart

Me have di remedy fi di

Me have agony fi di body

Fi make yuh choo-choo like a train

Extreme a love

Dat yuh cannot complain

I’m di boiler man woman

Yuh don’t stop call mi name

I’m like the blood

Circulating by vein

If feel shabba Liv-uh

Yuh just holler out me name.”

By the time she got to the end of “blood” she was already losing Helium fuel. I slapped my face into my hand and she tittered, burying her face in my shirt.

“What did that even mean?” I breathed, looking back to her.

“What does every song talk about nowadays?”

“AAAAAH.” I whined, looking elsewhere.

“What?”

“Uh nothing.” I mumbled quickly.

Nothing except my dick wanting out of these pants.

“Nothing?”

“Yup.”

“Donald?”

“Yeah?” I looked back to her.

“You’re hard.” She whispered.

“I’m wh-whaaaaaaaaaaaa?” I asked, trailing into a high-pitched wail as she laid me back.

“You wanna have sex with me?” She asked lowly, running her nose against mine.

“Um, well—uh, yo-you mean now?” I stammered.

“Do you?”

“Well, we blew up all the condoms with the Helium thingy re-remember?” I swallowed nervously.

“Do you want to have sex with me eventually then?” She seemed more serious now, her eyes clear despite the red tints.

“Mmm, well ye—I mean, I’m not su—”

“Well I do. With you.” She answered straight up.

My heart nearly skipped several beats. I could have died on the motherfucking spot.

[Back to present]

Flashbacks are like the fast-forward features of the present, once you are strangled in them shits you are having 30th and 40th birthdays and cradling babies in the present.

But to others you look like a walking-talking zombie.

Mufuckin’ Arrrrrrrrrr—I-still-think-about-my-long-lost-bestfriend-who-popped-out-of fucking-nowhere-and-into-my-life-unannounced.

Arrrrr—I-still-may-be-kinda-in-like-with-her.

Arrrrrrrr—I-would-TOTALLY-ABSOLUTELY-WITHOUT-A-GODDAMN-DOUBT-FUCK-THE-ENTIRE-SHIT-OUT-OF-HER.

THE ENTIRE SHIT.

ALL OF IT.

ALL THE SHIT IN THE WORLD WOULD BE FUCKED OUT OF HER.

SHE AND THE WORLD WILL BE SHITLESS.

And none of that came out right but you get the point, right?

#SoI’mKindaHopingTheUniverseWouldGetMyCelibateDickWetBrah.

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in retrospect I should have been a lot meaner to that man.