Taurean Prince

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To all the non-blacks who say “nigga” or any variation of the word…

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Honestly reblog the hell out of this

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Never gonna just scroll past this

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I never do either. Whites and non blacks need to know.

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Definitely taking this to a consideration

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Always reblog

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Illustrations of Homophones

Credit to: Homophones, Weakly.

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FWM

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#FACTS 💯💯💯💯💯

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Fwm 😈🤙🏾

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[morrisondauthor]

“Never Let Me Go”

           The cold February night Byron and his homeboys were shot was definitely the worst night of my life. Before I learned about the shooting, it had been the best day of my life because I’d received a full-ride scholarship to NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts. I’d found my way out of West Baltimore but my joy was cut short because the only boy I’d ever loved was shot five times and was fighting for his life. I remember going to the crime scene and seeing the black Ford Expedition riddled with so many bullet holes. There was blood everywhere and even though it had happened hours before and I wasn’t there when it happened, I could still hear his screams and his cries for help. My breath was taken away. My heart was taken away.

           By that summer, he was still in a coma and I was depressed. I was barely eating anything and I only wore black. I never hung out with my friends and I only left my house to practice dance routines at the studio. All I could do was think about my Byron and pray that he’d make it through. For some reason, our last conversation would always pop up in my mind. It wasn’t an argument or anything like that. Our last conversation was about me having his back no matter what. His last words to me were, “Never let me go.” It was so random but I didn’t even think about it at the time he said it. I didn’t understand how important those words would be later.

           “Are you sure you don’t want to go with me?” my mama asked me as she put in her earrings. “You know Lynn and Gayle won’t mind.”

           “Ma, it’s a ladies’ night out,” I said. “Y’all go have fun.”

           “You sure?”

           “Yes, I’m sure. You’ve been working all week and you need to have some fun for a change. I have some reading to catch up on.”

           “Reading? You just graduated high school a couple of months ago and you’re reading?” She laughed and shook her head. “When I graduated high school, the last thing I wanted to do was read something that reminded me of classwork.” She noticed that I wasn’t laughing and came over to the sofa where I was sitting. “Sweetie, I know this year has been difficult but you have to keep your focus on your future. You’re going to New York in a few weeks to start a whole new life.” She softly stroked my hair and sat down beside me.

           “How can I start a new life when Byron will still be here? What if he never wakes up, mama?”

           “Kyle, I know you love that boy but what happened to him isn’t that much of a surprise.”

           “Mama…”

           “No, you need to hear this. I have been walking around here on eggshells for months hoping that you’d move on but it’s gone on too long now. Byron was a thug. He’s in that stupid Lafayette Street Killas gang and he sold drugs. He couldn’t even be with you in public. I do not understand what you saw in him. I’ll never understand it.”

           “You could never understand it because my connection with him is unexplainable, mama. It’s like he’s a part of me and I’m a part of him, and when we’re together there’s this overwhelming sense of unity. We’re complete opposites but we fit together so perfectly.”

           “You’re going to have to let him go, Kyle. You cannot put your life on hold just so that you can hold onto some shred of hope that he’ll wake up out of that coma. What happened to him and his thug friends was unfortunate but he put himself in that situation.”

           “I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

           “See, every time I try to get through to you, you shut me down and then you shut yourself down. You can’t keep going on like this, sweetheart. You weren’t the one sitting in that car, he was. You’re not the one in the coma, he is. Count your blessings and move on.”

           “Count my blessings? Mama, besides you, Byron was all I had. I shared things with him that you could never understand. He was more than just my boyfriend and my first love, he was mine. I truly believe he and I were put on this earth to be together. And the fact that I can’t be with him right now…it’s a pain that you could never know.” Tears filled my eyes and I buried my face in my hands.

           “I’m sorry but all I want is for you to take advantage of the big opportunity that has been given to you. I want you to get out of this place and never look back. And when you make it big, send money for my cute ass to get out of here.” She laughed and I couldn’t help but look at her and crack a smile. “There’s that smile I miss.” She hugged me. “I don’t care how old you get, you’re always gonna be my lil’ itty bitty. I love you, baby.”

           “I love you, too, mama.”

                                          Me (Kyle McKell)

           After assuring her that I’d be fine, she headed out to have fun with her friends. Instead of reading the novel I’d planned on reading that night, I decided to just curl up on the sofa and scroll through my phone and look at all of the pics of me and Byron that I had stored on it and on my micro SD card. Some of the pics on my micro SD were from my old digital camera, back when he and I first started talking and I was still a virgin. We spent most of our time in my bedroom talking and cuddling, so most of the pics were in that setting.

           I met Byron Patterson on the first day of ninth grade at Frederick Douglass High School. It was after school and I was walking home when a group of boys started picking on me and threatened to beat me up. They chased me down an alley and just as they were about to jump me, Byron and his homeboys came out of nowhere and fought the guys who were messing with me. They whooped their asses and I took off running. I didn’t even realize I’d dropped my backpack in the alley until Byron showed up at my door with it. My wallet was inside and so was my ID, which was how he found me. He told me he saw the group of guys chasing me and that he rounded up his boys to save me. When I asked him why he did that, he just smiled and then handed me his number.

           I learned that day that Byron and his friends back then lived by a specific code. They never harmed children or older people, and they always stood up for people who were outnumbered in a situation—such as the one I’d been in. Byron was my first everything. He treated me like royalty and I was so in love with him. Even when we I did something to make him mad, he’d easily forgive me and then kiss me.

           “I can’t stay mad at you,” he’d say with that cute smile of his. “How can I stay mad at my boo?”

           I swear whenever he called me his boo, I melted inside. Things changed when he dropped out of school near the end of our tenth grade year. He joined the Lafayette Street Killas and began selling drugs. I wanted him to leave that gang but he said he couldn’t because his brother was a member and when he died, the gang approached him to join. He told them no at first but they threatened to kill him if he didn’t join. So he joined and I hated it, but I wasn’t going to give up on him or our relationship. I stayed with him and we made sure we were careful. The only people who knew about our relationship were my best friend Erika and my mama.

           So there I was curled up on the sofa looking at old pics of me and Byron, when all of a sudden I heard footsteps running upstairs. Startled, I jumped up and hurried over to the staircase. I looked up but didn’t see anyone. The lights were off upstairs so I slowly walked up the stairs. When I got up there, I turned on the hall light to see my bedroom door had been closed. I distinctly remembered leaving it open.

           “Hello?” I called out as I approached my door. “Is anybody in here?” I opened the door and screamed when I saw Byron lying on my bed shirtless. I grabbed my chest because my heart was pounding.

                                            Byron Patterson

           “Oh, I ain’t mean to scare you,” he said with that smile on his face. “You a’ight?”

           “What are you doing here? How are you here right now?” I pinched myself. “Have I lost my mind?”

           “Kyle, you didn’t lose your mind. Boo, I’m here.”

           “That’s not possible.”

           He sat up and climbed off my bed and told me, “I’m here.” He grabbed my hand and that’s when tears filled my eyes. “I need you.”

           “I need you, too.”

           “No, I really need you. Boo, you gotta pay close attention because there ain’t much time left.” He stared into my eyes. “You have to stop them.”

           “Stop who?”

           “The people in my hospital room right now. They’re gonna kill me, Kyle.”

           “What?”

           “If you don’t stop them they’ll kill me. It’s not my time. You’re my only hope, baby.”

           “But I don’t understand. How can…”

           “Never let me go, Kyle.” He wrapped his arms around me. “Never let me go.”

           Before I could say anything else to him, I woke up on the sofa. It was a dream. I’d fallen asleep on the sofa while looking at the pics of me and him. My heart was still pounding in my chest and I had the strangest feeling in my gut. I put my hands up to my face and that’s when I realized his scent was all over me. He always smelled of Axe body wash, cocoa butter and a hint of Black & Mild because he smoked those all the time. That scent was on me as if he’d just been holding me. And I kept hearing his voice over and over in my head saying, “Never let me go.”

           I didn’t even put on presentable clothes, I just slid on a pair of shoes, grabbed my keys and phone, and dashed out of my house. I figured I’d get to the hospital faster if I ran, so I ran past the bus stop instead of waiting on the next bus. The urgency in Byron’s voice was driving me by that point. I knew it was only a dream but I had to be sure. I had to know if he was really in danger and if I could save him the way that he’d saved me years ago.

           When I got to the hospital he’d been in since February, I took the elevator up to the tenth floor where his room was. I got to the door and paused for a few seconds to catch my breath. I then opened the door and stepped inside to see some of his family and friends gathered around his bed. Sitting next to him was a doctor, who looked like he was trying to remove something.

           “Stop!” I called out, causing everyone to turn their attention to me.

           “Who the hell is this faggot?” asked one of Byron’s homeboys.

           “I think you’re in the wrong room, honey,” said Byron’s mama. I knew who she was because he’d shown my pictures of her before.

           “No, I’m not in the wrong room. I know Byron from…school. I used to tutor him before he dropped out and…”

           “Get the fuck outta here!” another gang member shouted.

           “Nah hold up,” said Dequan, one of Byron’s old friends. “Your name is Kyle, right?”

           “Yeah. Do you remember me? Remember the guys tried to jump me after school and y’all helped me?”

           “I remember. What you doin’ here?”

           “I know this sounds crazy but…it’s not his time.”

           “It’s time for you to leave,” said one of Byron’s family members.

           “No, please,” I pleaded. “My grandma used to always say God speaks to us in many different ways, and all we have to do is listen. God spoke to me tonight and he told me that it isn’t Byron’s time. I don’t know when he’ll wake up or if he’ll be alright after waking up, but he is going to wake up.”

           “This is fucked up,” said Byron’s homeboy. “I know y’all not gonna let some faggot ass bitch come up in here and play games!” He reached to the back of his pants and said, “I should smoke this bitch right here.”

           “I wanna see you try,” I snapped at him. “I am so sick of you and your poison. It’s your fault this happened to him in the first place! He didn’t deserve this! He’s not bad like you and your fake ass thug wannabe homeboys. Fuck you and fuck the Lafayette Street Killas!”

           Everyone lost their cool by that point. We were all shouting at each other and getting in each other’s faces. All of a sudden, I noticed the doctor leaning over Byron. The machines were beeping faster and louder. The doctor raised his hand and our yelling died down gradually. We all turned our attention to the doctor. The moment I heard Byron wheezing, tears filled my eyes.

           “He’s coming out of his comatose state,” said the doctor.

           “Oh thank the Lord,” called out Byron’s mama.

           The doctor looked at me and informed me, “Had you not walked in that door at the exact time you did, this patient would be dead. I was moments away from disconnecting the machines keeping him alive.”

           It only took about twenty minutes for Byron to wake up and get through some excessive coughing. The doctor made us all step out into the hall while he and some nurses checked Byron’s vital signs and other functions. While his fellow gang members still looked like they wanted to kill me, his family were thankful.

           “I don’t know who you are,” said his mama with tears in her eyes, “but you saved my baby’s life. That’s my only child in there and I’d given up on the hope of him ever waking up.”

           “It wasn’t me,” I told her. “It was Byron.”

           The doctor stepped out of the room and told us, “In my twenty years of dealing with comatose patients, I’ve never witnessed this. He’s going to make a full recovery. He’ll need to stay in the hospital for monitoring for two weeks but after that, he’ll be able to return home.”

           “Thank you so much, Dr. Radcliff,” said Byron’s mama.

           “Oh, he wants to see Kyle,” the doctor told us. “He specifically requested to talk to Kyle in private.”

           They all looked at me and I assured them, “He probably heard me when I entered the room. I’ll tell him you’re all out here waiting to see him.” I stepped into the room and closed the door. There were still some nurses in there moving things around, so I was expecting him to be coded with me in front of them.

           He smiled and coughed a little before saying, “Damn, look at you. You look just like you did the last time I saw you.”

           “You remember?” I asked him as tears rolled down my face.

           “I remember everything. Come here, boo.” I sat down beside him and he placed his hand over mine. “I’m sorry.”

           “No, you have nothing to apologize for.”

           “Yes I do. I fucked up. Fuckin’ around with that stupid gang shit…” He shook his head. “I can’t even think about what you been goin’ through.”

           “Byron, you’re here and you’re going to be fine. That’s all that matters.”

           “No, I’m supposed to protect you. How can I do that if I’m not here?” He touched my face. “I love you, baby.”

           I looked around and laughed nervously before telling him, “Byron, we’re not alone.”

           “I don’t care. I’ve been in this hospital a long ass time, ain’t I?”

           “Yeah, it’s been about six months.”

           “Six months without seein’ you and touchin’ you.” He leaned forward and kissed my lips. “I promise you I’ll never leave you alone again. On my life, baby.” He wiped my tears.

           “I wasn’t sure if I was going to go to New York in a few weeks.”

           “Oh yeah, the dance scholarship. You found out about that the day I got…” He stopped and shook his head. “You were gonna stay here because of me? Nah, I wouldn’t have wanted that.”

           “I couldn’t leave you.”

           “You know your moms woulda kicked your ass if you tried to stay here instead of goin’.” We shared a good laugh.

           “True.”

           He paused and had this look on his face as if he was remembering something. “Yo, I had this crazy dream. I probably had a lot of them but I can only remember this one.”

           “What was it about?”

           “I was in bed with you in your room and we were about to go to sleep. Of course we were naked.” He laughed and I smiled at him. “So we was in bed and I told you I had to be somewhere at ten, and that I needed you to wake me up at nine-forty-five.” He looked into my eyes for a second and then turned and looked up at the big clock on the wall. “Boo, when I woke up in this hospital tonight the first thing I did was look up at that clock. It was nine-forty-five on the dot. You woke me up just like you said you would.”

           It was in that moment that I realized we really were one entity at times. It wasn’t just some coincidence that we both had surreal dreams and that he woke up from the coma following those surreal dreams. We were meant to be together and there really was no denying it. I was more than just happy that he was going to be alright, I was overjoyed. I had to keep pinching myself to make sure it was really happening.

           So after talking and kissing for the longest, he finally explained to me what happened the night he and his homeboys were shot. He told me they were parked outside of a fish market waiting on their food when a white van pulled up and just started shooting. He remembered getting hit once in the shoulder but passed out after that. He had no idea who shot them and when I told him he was the only one in the SUV to survive the shooting, it really sunk in how lucky he was.

           Before I left to let him spend time with his family and friends, he told me to do something very important. He’d stashed a duffle bag full of money under the floorboards of a trap house him and his homeboys did work at. He told me I was the only person he could trust with it, and gave me instructions on how to get into the house without being seen.

           “You gotta enter from the broken kitchen window in the back,” he told me. “That window is our escape outta the house in case some shit goes down. Sneak in through that window and go into the pantry on the right. The money is under the floorboards in that pantry. It’s gotta be like fifty thousand in that bag, maybe more.”

           “What do you want me to do with it?” I asked him.

           “Take it with you to New York. Put it in an account or somethin’. That’s our money, boo.”

           “But what about you?”

           “I damn sure ain’t stayin’ here. Once I get released from here and I can get around by myself, I’m outta Baltimore. I’ll come up there with you.”

           “I don’t wanna leave you, Byron.”

           “It won’t be for long, boo. I promise.” He gently placed his forehead to mine. “You have my word. I love you.”

           “I love you, too.”

           After leaving the hospital, I did just as he’d said. Luckily, no one was at the trap house. I was able to get the money and take it back to my house. I took it up to my room and hid it in my closet just before my mama came home. I told her Byron woke up and while she still wasn’t ready to accept my relationship with him, she was happy to see me happy. I didn’t tell her about the money and the plan I’d made with Byron, but I did tell her that I looked forward to going to New York.

           Three weeks later, I enrolled at NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts. I’d been talking on the phone with Byron daily and I’d put the money in an account with both our names on it. One day after my classes, I had to return to my studio apartment to get something I’d left behind. I had the strangest feeling in my gut the moment I got to my building. I entered the lobby and dropped all my stuff the moment I saw him sitting there waiting on me. I couldn’t believe it. I had everything I could’ve ever wanted, and he was everything I wanted. And I was never going to let go.

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

© D.A. Morrison 2016

[southern-socialite404]

Now that SUM REAL LUV TYPE SHYT. I WANT IT N.O.W!!

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[tastyblkman2]

He is knocked out… 

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CHILDHOOD BACK

AND CALVIN IS WITH THE GIRL THAT HATED HIM ASFHAGS

[raconteuze]

im crying a lil bit

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I need this in my tumblr forever.

[girlfriender]

is anyone gonna talk about how his kids name is bacon???

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HE’S WITH SUZIE THAT WAS MY CHILDHOOD OTP

[bethany69esda]

..this is real. CHILDHOOD

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who names their kid bacon

[ameliacgormley]

Calvin and Hobbes were Reformation-era philosophers, as was Frances Bacon. I’m better his daughter’s name is actually Frances, but he calls her by the appropriate last name of the philosopher, just as Calvin and Hobbes are last names.

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OH THE FEELS! THE ABSOLUTE FEELS! OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH. MY. GAAAAAAAAAWD.

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I’M FREKING OUT

[albertothechihuahua]

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

[jaxblade]

ehh what the hell

[jaxblade]

OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amount……

WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD

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no BULLSHIT I KID YOU NOT! Look what I found while walking Home…..

OH MY GOD

OH MY F*CKIN GOD

THIS POST FUCKIN WORKS?!?!?! THIS IS PAST A COINCIDENCE NO WAY!??! NO FRIGGIN WAY!!! 

Im Going to reblog this every day to test this, its MAGIC ITS FRIGGIN MAGIC 

[que-pasadena]

I need to believe in the heart of the post…

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Oh? Well… *reblag*

[zer0will2live]

i reblogged this and now my uncle is giving me 250 to dye my hair nani the fucko

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I have nothing to lose

[stoicdaydreamer]

my palm was itchin today not riskin it

[astripperstory]

I always reblog the money posts cause I can’t afford not too lol

[brownsugarempress]

It works. I just got $300 for no reason.

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Money dog is my friend

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Money dog is the shit

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I believe in the money dog😀

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I believe in the money 🐶

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Just woke up 🙌🏿

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Pplease😭🙏🏽

[marvelismylife]

Doing this again because last time I reblogged this I got $50

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can’t not reblog the money dog

[everydayery]

REBLOG HELP ME MONEY DOG

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My bank account needs you money dog

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Money dog

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[dmvwildboyz]

101

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Love it!

[thefoultrap]

The signs:

Aries: Something about you makes my blood boil in a unique, uncomfortable way, you are full of mystery. You have black holes for eyes, remarkably, that are too intense for most people to look into. You have no control over your greatness, you were born this way. Notice it and blossom. Not a single person on earth can blossom like you can. Not a single person can blossom like you will. You have great and empowering words to say in this life, make sure to say all of them without fear. You are not afraid. Be great.

Taurus: You are so lovely, the embodiment of nature, the embodiment of all the naturality in life created by the one and only, engulfing creator. I remember losing you and all nature that surrounded me seemed to shrivel and die. My heart ached when I heard the crunch under my feet of every dead leaf I walked upon. It brought me so much pain, i felt like death. I lost my vision and a bright white light came over me, fading into a soft glow and all I could see was your face. If I was dying, this was my glimpse of heaven, it made me want to die. I would rather die with your image in my mind than not have you in such a short, sometimes seemingly meaningless life such as this one. Perhaps you were just too lovely to be with someone like me, perhaps too lovely to be in my filthy grasp. You are my glimpse of heaven. How I long to be able to tell you that. How I long to be able to sing to you and whisper you the sweet words I never did. I am so sorry.

Gemini: I feel so naked when I’m with you. You strip me of my walls, you strip me of my guarded defenses, leaving me completely and utterly vulnerable. You shatter any mental boundaries I possess. You open my mind to the awareness of a mind. You show me to simply have a mind, such a power house is astonishing. You leave me breathless with your aura and creative, rhythmic way of speaking to everyone. You introduce open mindedness like no other, freedom like no other, a genius. With you, losing my mind and falling into madness is okay, almost a necessity. In life there simply seems to never be enough time. You show me how to embrace the lack of time we all have, you show me that death is the inevitable and that its not as important as we make it. The important thing is to experience life fully, entirely, with every part of our being. To be thankful of the rare oddity, the rare adventure we have all been gifted with called life, to dance with the music of life. I swear I’m out of my mind and that’s a wonderfully beautiful thing. Thank you for teaching me that.

Cancer: I would make love to you in the sweetest, most enticing way because I deeply believe you deserve to be made love to like no other. I hope you remain soft, I hope you have the strength to. I say this even though I know you will. You have always remained selfless, you have always remained kind, somehow. I do not understand how someone can turn such pain into beauty. Your creations are just as beautiful as you are, that is so admirable. You shock people with such generosity, you are completely, utterly and naturally divine to the point you are unhealthly wanted by every pair of eyes, even the blind. I swear its like the blind regain their sight in your presence. People notice you in a crowd, don’t doubt that. People especially notice you when you think you are not being noticed. You are the most beautiful conscious being and that will never change. You have angel lips as sweet as honey, your voice is melodic. I have always ached and dreamed for you to love me. Please one day love someone like me. Your being is so lovely that I can’t help myself from hopelessly weeping. You are a walking art piece, a priceless masterpiece. I lost everything the first time I looked in your eyes. I lost everything.

Leo: Remember that people want to be like you, just as much as you want to be like them. You can be admirable of others, you absolutely can be, but live your life knowing without a doubt that you are the best there is. Countless people admire you and want to be just like you. Effortlessly you shine brighter than the sun itself and when you smile, every pair of knees weaken, instinctively and inescapably bowing down to the ingenius design you are. Your mind and appearance radiate exuberance. I pray you can fathom just how special and gifted you are because you yourself are the unfathomable. You are inspiration and ambition, the abstract dreams I have at night that inspire my creativity, that lead me to create the never before seen. You are surrealistic art, our God’s most treasured and individualistic specimen. You are not only that but also the sun that lights the entire sky, you are the sun beams that sink into and warm my skin when I stand in such brilliant light. You are the light that keeps me from opening my eyes, preventing blindness but how I foolishly dont mind and long to go blind by such greatness.

Virgo: You remind me of sleep but you also remind me of night terrors. I feel like I don’t know who you are, slightly fearing you. Seemingly the most difficult puzzle to put together. I wonder and ponder if you are the worlds never ending puzzle, if I will ever figure you out, i have never been able to entirely comprehend your depth and mystery. You are almost frightening, shockingly and startlingly enchanting. You are hypnotic and maneuver with magic. I do not know the depth of your mind and apart of me never wants to. I enjoy the enigma you are, forever intriguing and intelligent. Ask me personal, peculiar questions and I will unintentionally and completely open up to you, instinctively trusting you. Your questions are always intense yet tender, your mind must be filled to the brim with intellect and perplexing art. Your mind is a masterpiece and your soul is ethereal. Extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. I hope you can live with and fall in love with your sly mind. I am in love. May you always be yourself, may you feel everything you are meant to feel in this life and may you surface from the darkness.

Libra: You are the bittersweet lonliness that the sad and dreamy ones feel midday, swirling like the wind, leaving long, lovely hair to flow, swirlingly and gracfully making your way through clothes, sending goosebumps down backs, leaving a lasting, cold and drowzy sensation. You’re the words in a book that readers grow tiresome of until finally falling asleep, leaving them with their adventurous dreams connected to the adventurous story they just took in. I see you in every free, soaring bird. I feel you in every unique and precious song that lively birds compose. You are melody, rhythm, sound, the grand orchestra. You are poetry, expression, a famous sonnet. You walk with fearlessness, you live with each lovers name you’ve ever loved written and embedded on your flashy skin. You are autheticly rare and always ready to entirely open yourself up, to let the flowers you encompass within bloom for all to see , appreciate and mesmerize. My god, do people mesmerize you.

Scorpio: I’m so lustful of you, lustful out of complete, biting love. I’ve never fallen so deeply and madly in love with a soul, It is insanity. You are full of demons that I face from loving you everyday and I can’t imagine what it’s like to be you and live with them, deep inside, haunting and strange. I have been face to face with insanity, letting your wickedness and sin make its way within me. It all makes me more infatuated. No matter how hard I try to find your core, your raw center, I can never seem to dig deep enough, I can never seem to withstand the screams, painful howls and blackness that your inner monsters let out and intensely sophocate me with when I try. When I give up, it’s like you see my vulnerability and you see it as me being submissive, knowing this is when you can strip me naked and consume me entirely, this is when you know and are proud of the secrets you keep from me, this is when you know you own me because I will fail to figure you out, i will fail to get anything from you yet continuously crawl back for something, for anything I can get from you. You have me in a trance that I can’t snap out of, you need the control because it brings you security and deep, sinful satisfaction. You experience a sense of peace in knowing that you can cause me to feel pain so that you won’t feel so alone and lost in your own. I want to make love to you and feel the pain I experience from being in love with you. I am incapable of leaving you alone, regardless of the sorrow i experience. I will never let you feel alone. I will feel this pain with you, right by your side, my ride or die. You are not alone. Maybe this isn’t love, maybe it is just madness but I’ve always been mad.. but not as mad as you.

Sagittarius: You are the book of everything, a book holding all the knowledge in existence. You are the infinity sign, you are lively, always hungry for life and full of wisdom. Youre the feeling you get on a hot summer day, laying in the center of a sweetly scented meadow, taking in every bit of the sun, not being able to suppress a tight smile. Feeling at complete peace, no worries or a feeling of weight on your back, feeling free and open in the mind. I want to be alone with you and hear you speak about all the things that go on in your head. I imagine you have a billion things to say, or maybe nothing to say, it doesn’t matter. All you have to do is exist and you are performing one of the most incredible things possible. People forget that simply being alive is utterly mindblowing in itself. You give inspiring advice and shock people with your spunk and inner lightening. I appreciate your uniqueness and ability to be open to every side of a spectrum. You are the instant, refreshing feeling you get from diving into a cool pool on a hot day, your my child hood memories, you are the embodiment of an entirely fulfilled life. Your soul has lived a thousand different lives, you will exist for eternity. You are existence itself. Live free and die free, make your inevitable mark on this world. It belongs to you.

Capricorn: no one’s ever ready for what you’ve got to offer to this world, you can do so much with so little and have an achingly powerful mind and aura. You don’t have to do anything to shock and mesmerize mankind, just be yourself. You change the world with your ambitious actions, you change people simply with your way of presenting yourself. You are intelligence, skillful and have the ability to accept time, accept that everything takes time. That’s something a lot of people can’t do. You can do so many things others can’t, but you are not flashy. You are low-key while remaing self assured. Maybe you experience a lot of self doubt, but im telling you right now, you shouldnt. Your jokes and attitude are like a fun house, utterly amusing and dirty, sometimes scary. You are full of original ideas that you can easily bring to life. I hope you know how much you actually benefit and effect our species. You have immense purpose, see that you are the greatest and anything you want can be obtained. I hope you know how attractive and special you are. Absolutely outstanding.

Aquarius: life is a lonesome experience, you understand that more than anyone. You carry the weight of humanity itself with you everywhere you go on your back. To fit in seems like a maze that is unsolvable. Your aquarius minds are unending, no limitations, you are mad men. Not only ingenius but geniuses yourselves. You obtain something no one else can obtain and this can never be taken away from you. Nobody quite understands what makes you different, you dont even understand it yourself but you feel it deep within your bones. “I do not belong here, I do not belong anywhere and I don’t want to belong anywhere.” So hard to comprehend or understand, you are utterly perplexing but so fucking beautiful. I can’t fully convey in words how astoundingly beautiful each and every one of you are. Let someone take a look into your eyes and theyll travel through space, adventuring and absorbing the sight of multiple universes. Let someone take a long look at your face and watch them get lost in mesmerization. Magnetic, mystifying, heartless, mythical beings. A world such as this one does not deserve you or your revolutionary touch. You are the lone, last star of each ending night, still shining brightly as the sun begins to rise. Glowing alone to express your individuality, glowing as brightly as you can until the sun puts you out but you are always going to be there again when the sun goes down and you are always going to be the last one shining when it rises again.

Pisces: you are hands that are made to create art, you are the creases in the hands of an infant. You are the start of life, the start of plant life, the start of a human life, the start of an animals life. You are the smoke from my cigarettes, dispersing through out the air. I hear you everywhere I go, echoing in the back of my head as a guide to being a better person. You make me want to be a better person. You are the sweet cherries around my sweet ice cream, you’re the soft, enchanting scented lotion I spread on my skin. You are the goosebumps left after a lovers sensitive touch. You are the feathers that fill my softest of pillows. You are the sweetest of piano music ever played. I love you. I miss you. You will be with me.

[so-dayi-trillerz]

The Best of Astrology❤️

[odinsblog]

American history is largely one of armed white men using organized, state-sanctioned, domestic terrorism that targeted Native Americans, Black people, and other non-white Americans. Calling any non-white race inherently violent is a gross act of projection, erasure, and an attempt to whitewash history.

[alwaysbewoke]

[jaespot]

THIS IS JOY.

[melanated-violet]

lmfaooOO I KEEP DYING.

[destinyrush]

Happy Pride Month! 🌈

[theunmarkedjournal]

Start reblogging the money blessings post…

If you haven’t already done it…. Go hit that reblog button. Do what you have to, just do that too.

Like seriously. Just find one and reblog it real quick. I post a couple yesterday and put into the universe that I actually wanted it

Only been at work for a couple and I get this at as a tip! (tips ain’t normal at ALL in here)

Come on now!!

Let it work for y’all too

[theunmarkedjournal]

YALL!! THERE HAS BEEN AN INCREASE!! (I don’t know how your bank account is set up, but $55 dollars in tips counts as a blessing over here!)

*sending out money blessing vibes to y’all*

[theunmarkedjournal]

Counting my blessing and they total up to $60 today. (Got another $5 tip not too long ago)

Today was good. Im trying to maintain this same energy all this week to see what will come of it

[majaminxx22]

I don’t care, I ain’t playin. Imma need one of these damn thangs to work, now.

[glitterboywednesday]

I might as well not reblogging aint gone put money in my pocket

[theunmarkedjournal]

Let the universe know what you want

[poisonedblacklotus]

Cash app $drinabee if you tryna bless me

[theunmarkedjournal]

That works too I guess 😂😂 #BeTheBlessing

[liferuining-soulsnatcher]

I mean if someone would like to bless a struggling college student, mine $neshao and I have Venmo 👀

[partyandrepeat]

Same if somebody wanna help me out $camjam21 😌

[56blogsstillcrazy]

cash app me my birthday next year january $EzekielCrawford

gone be thirty and im scared help every dollar helps

[poisonedblacklotus]

Somebody sent $20 for my graduation 🎓 Saturday, cash app $drinabee if you want to donate too

[go-h0e-or-go-h0me-deactivated20]

Yo I reblogged that goat one and I ended up getting 27 dollars in my back account cause I got a refund on a sex toy that didnt work the day after i reblogged that shit

[theunmarkedjournal]

😂💀 blessings come in every shape and form

[go-h0e-or-go-h0me-deactivated20]

Exactly mine was just unconventional 😂

[thattinycookiemonster]

always taking donations $ChanteEunan

[theboudoirbunny2k7]

Tryna start burlesque dancing and i need cute shit $noeyyyy

[kashhippie]

$Katiana93 ❤️

[13ofstars]

$ashleykatina thanks in advance loves ❤️

[totheonedegree]

PayPal: https://paypal.me/luciag9. ❤️❤️

[alternativeblkgal]

why not lol 🙏🏾

[myakahla]

I am constantly attracting abundance and opportunity

[myakahla]

Hey, it worked! 😁 $56 tip on a $44 bill

[theunmarkedjournal]

Y’all seeing this and y’all still not believing yet. Maaaane just hit button and watch it work

[melaninprincess520-deactivated2]

$Tyciana Amen 🙏

[totheonedegree]

https://paypal.me/luciag9.

[linda-sosa-deactivated20180905]

$lindacouther

[trilligan-island-deactivated202]

need this like nobody business rn

[imoverallofit]

Universe please lend me one nice cosmic helping hand

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]

Man i need my paycheck to hit right now so here goes nothing

[honeykissbitch9]

Cashapp $IsisAuset if you wanna help a sista

[sweetdickwillie615]

🙏👊💯

[channielivefree]

$channielivefree

[dasaucedon-deactivated20200816]

$JSMNMR have not because you ask not 👌🏾🙏🏾

[lovequenterius-deactivated20221]

$daddyquen or PayPal.me/Quenteriusm 🙈💌

[illinicoise]

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

[spn-fandom-breathing-heavily]

not even risking that shit

[codyslipring-deactivated2015060]

scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button. 

[isamaegreenleaf]

Last comment same thing. Sorry to the next person who sees this. I just can’t risk it. I have things I need to do before my life becomes hell. Lol

[nnfirnid]

man i fucking hate yall who tf put this up knowing damn well we all gonna reblog it im heated im really sick af bout this 

[modelinterrupted]

I don’t play that shit lol sorry

[latenightsugar]

WHyyyy

[badgyal-k-deactivated20190901]

Sorry everyone

[just-jay25]

If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only

[kixgbear]

Shiddd

[angiebkxo-deactivated20180626]

this post followed me to Facebook and im sooo annoyed!

[manynamedshe]

It’s been a MINUTE since I’ve seen Madame Zeroni, fr fr

[glamhoeour-deactivated20251207]

I HATE TUMBLR FKKKK SAKES

LMAOOOO

[venusians]

Not tryna fuck up any of my planetary Returns~

[tmoney-blog]

😣😣😣

[weloveshortvideos]