Nothing to say after that. Dramatic title though, no?
Let me just confirm though, let me just confirm.
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"Before your negative energy curve, I’mma cut you off. ‘Cause every time you come around you be holl’in’ that whoopty-woo, blasé-blah, he-say-she-say, oh my gosh…Shut the fuck up."Kendrick Lamar
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bruh …. someone took they time with this…
LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO whyyy?!
This is so insanely impressive/disturbing/hilarious to me. Get down on it ratchet, nekkid Barbie!
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Gah.
Like just the other day, when I asked dude if I should ask if his friends wanted anything to eat, ‘cause I was cooking a meal for the two of us. He responds, “Naw! Forget them!”
Incredulously, I ask, “Should I not see, at least? I don’t wanna be eating a full-course meal all in they place without asking if they want some…”
So he laughs and says, “Un-uh. You don’t love them niggas! You don’t have to cook for them!”
And I say, “I don’t love you either!” It came out real dismissive-like. The way you’d say “Don’t nobody think Waka Flocka’s in anyone’s top 10 rappers.”
And he, with slit eyes and a menacing look says, “Well, you’re gonna cook for me ‘cause you’re my dame.”
Pause.
Let’s cut the story short right there. I don’t know why I said I didn’t love him. My co-workers, now that I’ve just recounted the story to them, said I was rude and mean. I must be crazy. I just felt trapped, like if I conceded the point, then by default, I was admitting that I love him. And because I do, and because I don’t believe he reciprocates those feelings, I didn’t want to endorse such a big proclamation. We’ve never discussed the topic of love between us. Ever. It came out so quickly though, maybe he thought it was true…
And then there’s the trouble with his response. What is this bit about referring to me as a dame? Was he upset perhaps by my response? Did I hurt his feelings? Does he not care at all? Why did he even make it a point to say that I “don’t love those niggas”?—where’d that come from?
I’m just so confused!
So lost.
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You know what’s kind of beautiful?
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
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Pet peeve
I really can’t deal with heavy breathers. At all.
Get that shit checked out.
With appreciation,
Rue
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Dear Lord
Bear with me…
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eep!
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"As an African descendant im royal, to my people I am loyal…"Chidozie
