i don’t understand most people.
i’m starting to think they do/say dumb shit just so they can go viral.
it baffles me the shit jackals say out loud that they don’t realize comes off offensive. porn jackal, ricky larkin, seems to have that “tone deaf” problem.
he was trying to sound wise,
but ended up looking like a doofus. he had this to say this about why black males aren’t visible in porn and well…
i laid in bed these past few nights and i asked myself:
“Why do people think I’m attractive?”
i’ve always assumed i’m ugly.
when i was younger,
i would get picked on for my big nose and big lips.
i remember always being called “rubber lips” by one of my classmates.
even though i messed with all kinds of fine wolves,
i never thought i was attractive,
but i stilldid my thing even tho people said i was.
when i revealed myself to the foxhole,
it wasn’t so much about “look at me i’m crutes!!”,
It was time to stop hiding within the shadows of a prison I was creating.
we all live in a bubble of what we think we act like to other people.
since we are inside our own bodies,
we only control from behind the wheel.
the way we:
walk talk react
…is all from the control panelin our heads.
when we look in the mirror,
we might see a version we accept,
but that isn’t the true image of who we are.
it isn’t until there is a camera on us that we really see who we are.
when you see yourself on your camera, you’re fly shit,
but as soon as you’re on someone else’s view,
you see see you truly act/look outside of yourself.
it can be a real culture shock.
some are okay with who they are. the rest of us…
as much as i think i’m secure with myself,
i get knocked tf back down by my heavy insecurities.
i’m always face to face with something i hate about myself. it always makes me to wonder…
it’s funny how certain situations in our lives work.
you think it’s all bad,
but in reality,
it serves as a purpose to show you who you are.
who you really are.
it’s like a mirror.
one that only shows all the flaws underneathyour armor.
we like to cover things up with material shit,
or many different distractions,
but being in a shit storm has a way of uncovering everything you kept hidden.
that could be the reason why most of us hidebehind selfies and “likes”.
we don’t want to allow ourselves to get naked and get real.
“beyonce ain’t never been weak! you know she the queen ‘n’ shit…”
this situation with work wolf has me picking myself apart.
i won’t even lie to you.
the day he put me on that silent treatment,
are the days i have spent asking myself so many questions.
“am i a good person?” “maybe i shouldn’t have …” “was he tired of me?”
“what did i do wrong?” “did he use me?”
“who have i been replaced with?” “was i even a factor in his life?”
i guess i’ve stopped giving a fuck at this job.
i have given many fucks over this last year and a half,
but now i’m over it.
my mouth has lost its filter. i dropped it somewhere and i’m not in a hurry to find it.
so i found liar liar’s “screw”. thank god… Continue reading “I’m a Good Fox, I Am”
i have a couple questions and there are not meant to be insulting. okay ready?
here goes… have you ever looked in the mirror and thought you were “ugly”? have you looked in the mirror and one flaw meant the end of the world? and have you ever compared yourself to other people?
you don’t need to feel embarrassed. i’m not going to judge you.
its just meand you.
trust a lot of us have felt that way once or twice in our lives.
many people no matter how:
attractive how much money they have getting good pussy/ass/pipe on the regular