I remember I was at the club once drunk af twerking, a nigga in the section let me hold his ankles for stability & held my hair up so everybody could see my ass shakin. never saw him again. That was my soulmate.
learning that real love means i’m willing to let u go if i see that u need space to evolve and learn ur lessons uninterrupted. in the past i’ve held onto people even tighter at that point but i’m realizing that’s something else. not love.
i can’t be with a nigga who makes me wanna act like anything other than the sweet baby princess that i am. the minute you trigger to me act like a mad woman you have to fucking go.
when u get real with urself it’s really no reason to ever sit around thinking about a nigga bc if u check that to do list it’s always something more important u could be doing