quality.
you know it when you experience it.
when you touch it, it feels different.
when you lay on it, it feels exceptional.
when it comes into your life,
you want more of it.
shit, some of us are quality.
i know i am.
with my writing alone,
i am worth a lot.
we have so many skills and talents that it automatically makes us expensive.
if you count up all the things you are good at,
you will see that you are pretty pricey.

… but, why do we deal with such low quality from people we date… or fuck?
we like to wear cute clothes and be fly on instagram,
but when it comes to our hearts,
we let just “anyone” with a american express dick/ass,
with a citi trends attitude,
possess it.
why is this?
do some of us not know our value?
or, do we know and we just settle because it is easier?
i started to wonder…

when did our material possessions worth more than us?

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well i have a new low key crush.

ever since i featured him a while back:

the post a while back

… i have been secretly been in the lust for his flesh.
he is so hot.
i have a some shots taken by Cliff Watts that may make you even hotter…

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so i guess the pipe and money stopped because joseline is calling him out….

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practice makes perfect.
i always imagined that beyonce practiced every day before she became “beyonce”.
i still think she practices to be the greatest.
i read that her father would wake them (destiny’s child) at like 5 in the morning to practice.
to the point he would have them jogging in heels while singing.

beyonce takes her craft seriously,
which is why she is a mega star.
i always wondered why kelly wasn’t so great?
even letoya?
hell, the no named red-head?

not all of us are “beyonce“.
there are a ton of “kellys“,
the other two,
and that one vixen that was kicked out for smiling wrong.

that being said,
you always want to be the best.
even to be great at something,
you need to practice and create your own style.
you don’t want people to say:

“oh yeah he reminds me of…”

nah.
you need your own greatness.
but, does the same apply to relationships?
even, sex?
the amount of times we fuck/suck a hard dick (or cakes),
does it make us a master of a good fuck?
are you memorable?
do you put on a good performance?
do they cry because it is so good?
do people get sad when you leave the stage aka the bed?
i had to ask…

Is your sex game multi-platinum and legendary?

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well damn chad.
evelyn is all over tv telling her story with the running eyes.
he is fuckin hoes and taking underwear shots.
he obviously gives no fucks this year.

if this don’t lock ya shit up,
i don’t know what will…

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