Fasting is an effective and safe method of detoxifying the body… a technique...– James Balch, M.D. (via ai808)
When I see people flirting with my crush..
Vodka, Tears and Laundry
I should rejoice. I should be happy that he lived long. I should be happy that he went peacefully. I should rejoice. In his impact on lives. His selflessness. His vigor and youth in old age. My grandpa died today. If I had to describe the way that I feel in one word. Guilty. I should have twenty years of excuses, but I have not a one. When Grandma died. I said I wouldn’t. I...
On day soon, I will look in the mirror and smile when I realize it was all worth it.
GOOD KNOCKING: #PutTwoWordsTogetherToMakeAnInsult... →
goodknocking: Rick Scott, Florida’s governor and resident Cheshire Cat, has sent us yet again wandering though Wonderland with an unintelligible parable wafting in the breeze. This time with a would-be job stimulus plan that wasn’t. When asked about the “7-7-7 plan” he unveiled in 2010 (a seven-step plan that…
--> this man
Watching the funeral. If you’ve overcome adversities, been raised with the bare necessities, and know his history, you can’t help but feel connected to LEE ROY SELMON, one of nine children, a lover of community, a humble person, and admirable man. He was definitely a BIG DEAL in the Tampa bay Area. May the Lord keep his family.
iForce Quit people like they are Apple Apps.
I had to copy this: Our Mavericks, who art in Texas, winners be thy name. The Heat will come, they will be DONE, in Miami, as they were in Dallas. Give us this day, a series win, and forgive us our one home loss, as we inflict home losses upon them. Lead us not into the offseason, but deliver us, a Championship. Amen……#its about to get re-DIRK-ulous up in herrre!
Everyone’s tumblr is prettier than mine! #YeahImMad. Help me. Please.
Proud. Feeling lonely. Eating well. Ghana, Afrika. Own apartment. Humanitarian. Indulgences. Moments of clarity. Highest paying job ever. Victim of armed robbery. High sense of self. Air tweeting. Patience tested. Lost Love, RIP. Winning. Successes and Failures. I’m still here. Realistically living. Adoring the earth. Life, so beautiful as always. I’m...
To Our Unborn Child
Ha, a poem I wrote 4 years ago, which I was reminded of by #oomf @prettymoneyLOLA. I’m posting just for her. To Our Unborn Child To our little one Though not yet born Your daddy and I Dream of you We’re weaving a design of a life suitable for you Each hook with you in mind Complete with a custom Nursery rhyme, for the Ones that this world holds Are not appropriate for you Know that...
What goes up...
I texted my pilot. The Cesna is prepared. So, it’s official. I’m taking flight this weekend. I embrace altitude. But, I know… What goes up, must come down. Don’t let me fall.
Me? Fo’ sho. I’ll roll.
Poke me. Challenge #2.
-Talk about your piercings or tattoos if you have any. iHave NO tats. I’m not opposed to them. I just haven’t found anything worthy to put on my skin. All of the things that are important to me are held in my heart and thoughts. But, if I ever did. It would have to be a music related. However, I DO have a thing for piercings, even though I’m terrified of needles. You...
Raphael. Challenge #1.
-Your middle name and how you feel about it. Raphael is my middle name. iUsed to be ashamed of it. Thought my dad was a narcissist. iStill think he is. Raphael is his first name. Plus, it was a BOY’s name. iUsed to change the “p” into a “c.” iTold people my middle name was Rachael in middle school. Maybe it had something to do with the way iFelt...
Love Everyday Blindly.
LOVE is simple, But it all depends On one’s perspective So, I can only and ever Speak of my love Love is limitless I fall in love EVERYDAY With imagery and sound. A peer’s characteristics. The symmetry of a half-dead fallen leaf. A combination of words. My nephew’s attempt at communicating. Without words. His mini fingers grasping one of my giant fingers. His...