When i first met “insert dumb bitch here“,
i loved her personality.
I thought she was absolutely amazing.
We related on the same things and it felt like she embraced me.
She felt like a someone i use to know…
and THAT should have been my first clue.
As we became cool,
I started to notice something that gave me pause.
She would always talk about mutual friends behind their backs.
One of her friends was trying to start a career and she legit dogged them out.
In that same friend’s face tho,
She was all smiles and acting like she was in full support.
People never realize I peep the little “big” things about them.
I wasn’t surprised when i found out she was talking about me with the same people.

character.
oftentimes,
we can get confused with personality rather than character.
anyone can have a amazing personalities out here.
it’s how we introduce ourselves to people to make friends or gain networks.
it can lead to a ton of followers and even stardom but…

is this the perfect example of not judging a book by its cover?
well,
I think it is.
raymond baynard is huge on broadway and huge in general.

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i love when males wear those kinds of shirts.
the ones that highlight the chest like bewbs.
raymond is stacked EVERYWHERE.
unlike the others,
he doesn’t skip leg day.
it seems he has found the beginning of a blossoming love story…

control.
oftentimes,
we have a need and a desire to be in control of other people.
that can create a lot of resentment and a breeding ground for toxic situations.
when we are out of control,
that is when the real “us” comes flying out.

Insecure
Panic
Jealousy
Envy
Letting all kinds of disrespect slide
Being nasty and disrespectful to others

on the low,
my mother had showed me how she was self control in relationships.
she had a big learning lesson with her first husband but she learned quick.
when she entered relationships after that,
and it was revealed that many of them were actually jackals in disguises…

you wanna know who taught me how to keep secrets?

Star Fox’s parentals but mainly his father.

he was the first person who taught me to move in silence in a room full of jackals.
not only that,
he taught me that he couldn’t keep my secrets either.
i learned to be grateful for making me the stealthy fox i am today.

when star fox first saw me,
he always said that i was going to be his friend.
not only that,
we came out to each other.
one day,
being young and gay af,
we went to old navy and bought matching shirts and the bag that came with it.
i know but we were best friends.
he didn’t care how gay it looked and honestly,
i didn’t either.
we found a way to finally be comfortable in our skin with each other.
i’ll never forget when his father saw it…

is a certain vintage king penis is still sharing his throne?…

dark.
pitch black.
devoid of light.
that is what this season feels like for me.
hell,
it seems that way for many of us.
i have read your messages to me.
i’ve heard your cries.
hell,
i’ve cried with you.

This season feels like we are in the dark.

…while it seems like others are basking in the light.
the worst part is that you’re asking yourself…