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Music: Rhadical – All On God (A.O.G)
Music: Rhadical – All On God (A.O.G)
Multi-talented Nigerian Hip hop Artiste; Rhadical Begin the New Year with a Motivational Sound titled “All On God” to entice his growing fan base. On this song, the promising Nigeria indigenous lyricist define the greatness of God to the world with his lyrical prowess and effective punchline. He dishes out this creatively crafted freestyle with a top notch delivery. The track is Mixed and…
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Rhadical – Mama Mi (Prod. Shegzman)
Rhadical – Mama Mi (Prod. Shegzman)
Rhadical shares a new smashing hit single titled “Mama Mi”. On the song, he shows love to his mother who prayed for him and explained everything he owns belongs to his mother.
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I’d never killed anyone before. Not until then. They say taking another’s life will unleash millions of emotions within you, feelings you didn’t know you had. It’ll change you, carve the rest of your life around that one instance. And yet, I felt nothing. I feel nothing. I wonder why?
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They say that taking another’s life will release million of emotions within you all at once; emotions that you never knew you had. They say it changes you, that suddenly, the rest of your life is now carved around that one moment in time.
At one one point, I never really understood. I’d never killed anyone before. I’d never really killed anything before. I mean, a fly in the kitchen or a spider in the bathroom doesn’t really count. Everyone does it.
And then, in college, I met Beth Parker. She was a young girl, tall and intelligent with bright brown eyes and long, dark hair. We didn’t talk much, only saw each other around campus sometimes and occasionally met eyes in the middle of a lecture. Other than that, she was just another student.
Alan Thomas was as the party kid around campus; He was the high school senior who never really grew up. He was alcohol and smoke clouds and the booming frat house at the end of the street. He was the party boy from the movies; he was the boy who missed lectures because he was too hung over; he was the reason I really met Beth.
If you could really call it meeting, that is.
Alan Thomas threw one of his infamous Friday night parties on September 24, 1992.
She wasn’t drunk. Her friend was drunk. Everyone else was drunk.
She stumbled up to me, her legs seemingly heavy under the giggling mess of her friend, who was using Beth to keep herself standing.
“Hey,” she spoke, “I’m Beth. That’s Em-” She said, causing her friend to erupt into a fit of drunken giggles. My eyebrows cocked, and Beth waved it off, giving me a half-hearted smile. “Emily.” Beth continued. “That’s my friend Emily.”
I gave out a laugh of my own as a very drunk Emily stood their, propped against her friend, giggling at something that probably wasn’t funny sober and giving what sort of resembled a wave.
“Do you want to sit?” I offered, watching her.
“Beth,” Emily hiccuped, giving her friend a sly smile, “Beth wants to sit.” And then she was gone.
Beth scoffed, probably in an attempt to play off the scene. Obviously they’d been debating talking to me at that point.
“I-I do not.” She slurred, shaking her head. She took a step forward, grabbed my wrist, and lead me to the couch.”
“I thought you didn’t want to sit?” I tested, and she laughed.
“Yeah, okay.”
And then we talked. We talked on the couch while everyone around us grew higher than the sky and drank until their livers turned black. Then there were drinks in our hands, and I slowly found myself just a little bit buzzed. Not enough to throw me off, but enough to make it feel good. It was such a quick escalation, but then her lips were on mine and our hands were running along covered skin and slowly slipping through hair and under clothes.
I stood, and we became a fumbling mess, sharing sloppy, drunken kisses on the way to the nearest possible room. We fell easily back against the bed, suddenly moving faster and more hungrily than before.
I was above her, my hands trailing along her now bare sides as I kissed along her skin. I pulled away for the briefest moment to remove my own shirt when I realized how much power I had over at that very moment. There was no way she could get out from under me if I really sat my weight down, I could do anything I wanted to.
Hell, I could kill her.
And then I shook it off. I was buzzed; it was just a dumb thought. Everyone gets those sometimes. No one actually kills anyone.
Guess I wasn’t anyone.
“C’mon,” she urged me, seemingly growing impatient beneath me. Her voice brought my attention back to her, and I turned my focus back to her lips.
I couldn’t shake that feeling, though. It would be so easy. So simple and easy and fast.
And then it was happening.
My hands fell around her neck as if to bring her face closer to mine, and then I slammed her against the headboard. She let out a screech in terror, a cry for help, but we both knew it wasn’t going to work.
It was too loud and everyone was too drunk to hear her.
I don’t remember much of what came next; it all comes as a blur. But I know I killed her, and I made a hasty attempt to figure out my plan for escape.
I couldn’t just leave after that. That was too sloppy. I took a rag and wiped her down, erasing all traces of my kisses and touches from her skin, tossed out the rag, and then got out of there faster than I’d ever moved before, and I kept under the radar for as long as possible.
But as I got home and rinsed myself clean of my crime, I realized I didn’t feel anything. It didn’t release all those emotions, those emotions that I was supposedly unaware I’d had inside of me. It wasn’t anything special. I killed her and now she was dead. That was it.
That was years ago.
That was victims ago.
Now Tyler Hadley is getting into his car, getting ready to leave to his girlfriends house. Or at least he thinks that’s where he’s going.
Maybe this time, for once, I’ll feel something.
insult my home town and you better be ready to catch these fucking hands shit
please help
WHAT ARE AMERICAN SWEETS AND CANDIES THAT THEY DON’T HAVE IN RUSSIA?
I HAVE A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE CRUSH ON A GUY AND I WANT TO CRAWL AWAY AND HIDE FOREVER YAY
100 reasons to keep going
1. re-watching your favorite movie
2. your favorite novel
3. your favorite novel becoming a movie
4. new music !!
5. concerts.
6. your fav following you on twitter
7. meeting your fav
8. did i mention dogs
9. kittens!
10. having your first child
11. moving out
12. the incredibles 2 is coming out
13. your favorite band
14. trying new foods
15. laughing so hard your belly hurts
16. lemonade when it’s hot
17. snorkeling
18. you haven’t finished your bucket list yet!
19. a lot of people love you.
20. in-n-out burger
21. the ‘pick you up and spin you around’ hug
22. hugs from someone you haven’t seen in a long time
23. long hugs
24. just hugs.
25. fall weather
26. the beach!
27. that feeling when your friends spend the night, and you’re all laughing and talking and thinking about all the possibilities out there
28. if you weren’t supposed to be here, you wouldn’t be. but you are.
29. forehead kisses
30. neck kisses
31. milkshakes
32. the smell of your favorite food cooking
33. waking up to someone you love next to you one day
34. falling in love.
35. waking up to your little girl/boy in the morning, ready to start their day with you.
36. hearing someone say they love you-- and mean it.
37. THE MINION TREND ENDING
38. seeing donald trump not win as president :’)
39. coffee in the morning
40. bubble tea
41. i’m pretty sure there’s a new toy story movie coming out
42. you’re so fucking amazing
43. hot showers
44. that new car smell
45. being able to look back and say ‘i did it.’
46. travelling
47. seeing new cultures
48. penpals!
49. themeparks
50. rollercoasters!
51. we’re halfway through.
52. hotel beds
53. goofy pictures with your friends
54. hot chocolate when it’s cold
55. FUZZY SOCKS
56. big sweaters
57. sleeping in on the weekend
58. that feeling in the air when it’s friday
59. halloween time
60. all those holiday movies they play on t.v.
61. you’ve made it this far, there’s no reason to give up now.
62. watching the sun rise
63. watching the sun set
64. that feeling after a workout
65. hella nice naps
67. i believe in you.
68. and so do many other people.
69. <-- getting to try this out ;))
70. new clothes
71. someone could have a secret crush on you
72. you could win the fucking lottery
73. dylan o’brien
74. there’s only one of you
75. learning to drive, if you haven’t already
76. birthdays
77. new seasons of your favorite show
78. laser tag
79. Disney movies
80. Disney parks
81. the smell after it rains
82. the feel of sunshine on your skin
83. having a best friend
84. your favorite food
85. snow
86. the last day of school
87. that feeling you have on friday’s
88. messy twister
89. to be able to show them that you really can do it.
90. NOODLES NOODLES NOODLES
91. silly first kisses
92. kissing someone in the rain
93. fresh baked cookies
94. sleeping
95. looking at the stars
96. playing in the rain
97. 3 a.m. talks
98. catching up with old friends
99. watching your kids grow up
100. you weren’t put here for nothing. you’re alive, breathing, and you are here, so do the most you can while you can. you’ve only got one shot. don’t cut it short.
OK BUT HAS ANYONE READ ISHMAEL BY DANIEL QUINN
because i need help lmao
