This but in negro >>>

The last pic ❤️

Art

attention to detail. 🖤⛓️

it’s been a while since i’ve been around someone slim and petite. if the chance presented itself, i wouldn’t waste it.

I have orientation tomorrow so I tried on my scrubs last night!! I promise this is my last post about it for a while, I just am having a moment of overwhelming emotions. Like… I’m almost 28 years old but this year is the first time I ever really put myself first AND stepped out on faith.

poetry by me:

poem wrote by me:

poetry by me:

#thickmick25 ft. my A’Ones 🙂‍↕️

Imma do a video too

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poem wrote by me:

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Come put me in my place 🫦

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Shout out to @blknwldshop.bsky.social

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dating is a dance that takes steps. for many, the mistake is confusing control with leadership. true leadership creates rhythm and safety, not force. it guides without gripping, invites without overpowering, and allows both people to move freely while staying in sync.

the more you become a quality person, the fewer dating options you actually have. attraction gives way to discernment. it may look like you have more options because your presence becomes magnetic, but attraction is not alignment. the work shifts from who wants you to who truly belongs with you.

another caveat in the dating market is “be yourself,” which is only partially true. you first have to build a baseline.

the more you become a quality person, the fewer dating options you actually have. attraction gives way to discernment. it may look like you have more options because your presence becomes magnetic, but attraction is not alignment. the work shifts from who wants you to who truly belongs with you.

It could all be so simple.

thats it. thats all.

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Not he fine and speaking facts. IKTR.

women want to be desired from a place of love, not lusted after. to be seen, not consumed. chosen, not chased for impulse. desire rooted in love is patient. it listens. it honors boundaries. it makes a woman feel safe enough to soften. lust wants immediacy. love wants depth.

if we cannot meet each other at the soul, i do not want it at all. anything less feels like borrowing warmth instead of building a fire.

getting back into sculpting my thoughts on paper feels like a return to myself. each word slows the noise, gives shape to what once felt scattered. in the act of writing, i become grounded again, reminded that clarity is not forced but gently formed through patience, presence, and touch.

A clean skin fade paired with a well-kept beard will pull THAT WOMAN.

the head hit more when she pretty.

the head hit more when she pretty.

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it’ll find you as soon as you stop looking. the moment you stop chasing what you think you need, space opens for what is meant for you. it moves toward you in its own timing, in its own rhythm, drawn to the version of you that is no longer searching out of fear but living out of truth.

been living life 🫶🏾

sometimes the arrival is gentle. sometimes it is sudden. but it always comes when you finally loosen your grip and let life breathe around you.

been living life 🫶🏾

if we in love she’s “my ole lady”

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not a soul ☹️

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real eaters deserve the world 🫂🌎