vibrate, vibrate higher

where do we go from here?

are you telling a story or are you a storyteller?

these black ass roots go beyond me

lit bitch, i could get you touched in an instance!

i hate a hating ass bitch. if you’re going to hate, don’t be stank!

some people do not deserve to have children.

it’s okay to love the game, but choose the players wisely. the game is truth and only you lose if you don’t look at the clues of refusal.

labeling my colored only post “Intolerance” is INSANE. the whites say worse shit DAILY.

i am wealth. i am abundance. i am love. i am joy. i am health. i am change. i am freedom. i love me.

the wittiness of the universe something i cannot quite get enough of it. *boop*

i forget my grandmother was an iridologist.

i cannot wait to show my ass again.

you can both meet in the middle and dance all night.

hell.

and you are watching disney channel.

ain’t nothing like a journal and rich sky blue ink fountain pen ✒️ *chefs kiss*

oopsy

i am such an avid committed reader. i was granted the lovely chance to be introduced to new books, stories, and rituals i’m intrigued to see what’s in mind. my list is looking spectacular!

scam the scammer, babe

unhand me, peasants.

all the non-blacks to the back. thank you!

i will always joke about being a puerto rican goddess

the pegasus and the unicorn

jambalaya yum.

tú me enseñaste a querer me enseñaste a bailar

well b*d bunny is going on mute. benito will be his name going forward.

benito, hijo de benito, le decían “tito" el mayor de seis trabajando desde chamaquito

a one trick pony? absolutely not. don’t you hear that?

my last laugh is the last laugh because after will be a distant memory i’ll soon forget with bliss biting my soft luscious lips dreaming to kiss myself only and if it were possible. sigh. oh, well.

keep in mind you can’t slick down a can of oil.

one thing my spirit team does is let me know i am loved and protected CONSTANTLY. my spirit team don’t play about me.

benito, baby! estoy listo para cantar todas las canciones!!

niggas attempting to spin the block AGAIN is indubitably an insult to my intelligence.

if you aren’t laughing at yourself, what are you doing?

committed to love.

the mistake is believing i would do anything in the thought of you. why would i think of anyone outside of myself?

practicing radical honesty within self is exposure therapy of freedom.

the domestication of pigeons will always haunt me 😔

when i have a pet pigeon, that’ll be one of the signs i had made it 🤞🏾

i RAN 🏃🏾‍♀️💨 to IG to see meg’s video

universe gifted a moment of writing poetry then having it encapsulated by a talented artist to paint a lovely vision to witness of as above, so below by André Nicolas ig: @//cra8art

AHHHH panicking at the disco?

oh, friends i missed being here! i’m glad i came home cousins 🤞🏾

i love how people feel comfortable touching other people. however, i’m too sensitive of energy for that. one touch can set me back in energetically whether your conscious or unconscious about your feelings. i’m unwilling to take a hit for someone i don’t know especially if i’m unprotected.

A lot of the times I give people grace it’s because I see a version of me in those people who once needed that same grace… that’s why I gotta be careful with who I give grace to

4… 3… too fucking busy

i love being that nigga and that bitch

life flows so effortlessly when you know when you are ✨THEM ✨

You are yet again….showing that you’re a spineless bitch @hakeem-jeffries.bsky.social