If we’re going to be talking let’s cut straight to the chase. The nittiest grittiest shit you can spill. I wanna know those things about you that you don’t tell anyone, things you were once ashamed of, things your inner child can let go of and feel lighter after unpacking the weight of it all, without judgement.
I’m driving home and my Spotify playlist is on shuffle. Caribou – Your Love comes on and for some reason, I think of you. Triggered by the nostalgia of it all but it’s such a damn good track. Then I think to myself, who better to have broken my heart than you?
A baddie knows they deserve top tier experiences and they make good choices for themselves knowing that every endeavour to evolve, no matter how big or small will lead to them becoming a more divine self.
Growing and glowing isn’t a destination my loves; the journey to supreme divine feminine energy takes a lifetime of finessing! That’s why it’s called the PURSUIT of happiness, with happiness being the runner in this narrative my fems.
It’s 02:20 AM, and I’m sitting up in bed, listening to Spotify whilst crying ever so quietly. H.E.R went in on the song Closer To Me and at 1:09 seconds into the song, this queen says “‘cause the whole time you were giving away what should have been my love.” I instantaneously broke the fuck into tears.
Last week, while driving home from visiting a “friend”, I noticed how uneasy I felt. My mind refused to settle and my thoughts swirled around like a hurricane in my head. A chemical attack in my brain; so many questions with very little answers. I hadn’t seen this friend in a while and thought I’d reach out l, but the recluse in me always regrets reaching out, especially when people don’t meet my expectations, or worse, disappoint me.
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