awww frankie looks sad.
his eyes certainly tell it.
apparently he uploaded this picture to his tumblr recently and quickly erased it.
for someone who has a grammy,
doing production for jay and kanye,
doing a lot better than his “before”,
and i’m sure exposed to a better kind of meat…
…well then again.
he always looks just over it.
i wonder whats going on with frankie?
he should go “dark illuminati lite” next album.
like so:

that would actually be interesting.

x visit his tumblr here

^ i was on ( x draya’s  instagram ) this morning,
and within her million selflies,
she posted something of substance.
i’m proud of you draya.
more.
that is  a topic i know all too well.
i’m sure you too.
comparing yourself to everyone else.
i’m starting to think a lot of people’s self worth issues come from others.
especially on social medias. you see mister muscles being a flexing selfie maniac and you think… Continue reading “If You Died Tomorrow, Then I’m Dying Too” →

i weeped like a little girl watching breaking bad last night.
i’ll admit it.
no fucks.
last night was the final episode of breaking bad.
i am so happy of the breaking bad team for how they ended it.
walter white went out like a g.
he is my tv hero.
went from awkward chemistry teacher to the one not to fuck with.
“i’m the one who knocks”.
i felt so sad for him because you get so invested in this man’s life.
sadly he got too wrapped up in the game and left a lot of broken people in his trail.
i couldn’t stand that ungrateful bitch and son he called his family.
in any event:
breaking bad was one of the best shows ever.
if you haven’t checked it out,
please please please!!!
they are all definitely on ( x netflix ).
(i’ll hook you up with the final season).
if you didn’t get a chance to watch the final episode:

x watch it here

good bye walter white.
it was a wild five years,
but it was sooooooooo worth it!

so you’ve been outed!
wow that sucks.
no seriously, thats fuckin’ sucks.
who did it?
when are we shooting them?
in this lifestyle,
there are many ways that you can be outed.
there is the messing with the messy.
this one i never understood especially when all the signs are usually there.
some queen (masc or fem) you fucked,
or fucked you,
decides to put all your bedroom biz out.
uploading your sex tape online or blab about it on some blog/message board.
there is the angry or nosy vixen way.
she gets mad and decides to go on attack mode with your sexuality.
her excuse is you were cheating with a man and the world needed to know.
could be true or could be that you ended it and she couldn’t handle the truth.
other vixens simply have no reason and just like to cause drama.
lastly there is the ex friend(s) you had to get rid of.
you started to see that you outgrown them.
they see that you are moving on so they pull you out the closet as revenge.
you didn’t clap back to provoke it.
some people are just way too spiteful and bitter.
whatever the reason,
being outed sucks and seems to be the new thing for this decade.
i often wondered how do people really handle being outed?
suicide?
depression?
thoughts of mass murder?
as a celebrity or baller wolf,
they have a good team that can spin the story.
many of us aren’t celebs and can’t afford ( x these lovely people ).
i’m all for exposing someone who was doing evil,
passing along hiv and such,
but i had to wonder…

Why punish someone by outing the innocent?

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mister cee had his day of awakening today.
he went on hot97 after ( x yesterday’s bombshell ) to speak on on what happened….
Continue reading “Mister Cee Cried On The Radio Today; Admits All” →

i always liked this beyonce song,
“save the hero”.
i think i mentioned that before.
the lyrics are a true testimony of my life.
you know the person who is always there for others,
acts like the super hero,
goes above and beyond to make sure they are okay,
keeps a great reputation,
but when the super hero goes home and takes their mask off…
who saves them?
i had someone who use to save me.
someone i felt comfortable to talk to and share myself with.
he has passed on and it has left me a complete mess.
my life is a fuckin mess.
do you still like me now?
i know people like living in a fantasy of others these days.
at least i have the balls to admit it.
a long piece ahead…

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