Have you ever noticed how we try to find flowers in the trash?

last night,
i caught up with a friend who are is in the middle of separation/divorce.
sadly,
she has latched onto a rebound.

A jackal that she knows is a complete disaster.

at 37,
with two kids,
weight gain from stress,
and insecurities eating away at her…

i’m a lowkey romantic at heart.
don’t tell everyone or make a gay parade out of it.
i try to keep it on the low.
i’ll be honest…

I’d fall out if my manz surprised me with flowers

that probably sounded gay af but whatever.
i don’t demand flowers but if i got them,
that would make me really happy.
i really like how russell wilson surprised ciara with flowers on his ig…

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^this is the toxic “pick me” shit i be talmbout.
so i’ve come to notice that the songs of today represent the climate of relationships.
ive broken them down into the many types:

“I suck.
You suck.
We suck together,
but we will be toxic because we are scared of being alone.”

“I fucks with you,
but i fucks with my side hoe even more.
Actually,
I don’t like you or the side hoe.
Ya’ll placeholders because I’m still in love with my ex.”

“I LOVE fuckin you and you love fuckin me…
We are a glorified fwb that pretend to be a couple.
We are just fuckin because it’s convenient and we both need sex.”

the gays are all of that plus:

“I want to come home to someone,
but since The Bible said men can’t be tied down to one person,
we will do an open relationship until we go nowhere.”

nothing about the music today makes you want to fall in love like the 90s and early 00s.
it’s all built on the foundation of sex,
drugs,
and bullshit.
 the following flew down my twitter timeline and reminded me of a toxic song scenario.
it’s a vixen singing the top 100 tune of:

“doing too much for a wolf,
but what has he done for her besides give her dick?“…

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i opened up my door today and stopped to look at my lawn.
all of my flowers were dead.
the grass was a lovely shade of brown.
how could i be shocked?
i spent all year watering the gardens of others.
some appreciated it.
others slammed the door in my face after all the hard work.
how could i be mad that my own looked the way it did?
that was my fault.
i didn’t tend to what was really important.
my “2015” was all about chasing pavements.
ones that didn’t lead to anything really.
i had fun.
i would be a liar if i said that i didn’t.
 now its time to be a bit more selfish with my water hose.

one of my f-bi sent me this tonight.
after i read it,
I LOST IT!!!!
tears.
real tears.
i was still in my feelings after dreaming about my father earlier.
i love to read about shit like this tho.
i was just thinking earlier if real love like this exist?
or is it just something you see in the movies/tv now?
i guess i got my answer.