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GOLD-DIGGER TRIGGER

2020-03-22T03:15:06+00:00

This is about men who treat sex the same way they treat their finances. Tight-fisted as fuck. I can hear the disgruntled ones mumbling something about women always wanting more money. It’s not about the goddamn money! (There ARE women out there who are after your money. Let’s be real. But they are not even really after your money, either. They are scared/insecure deep down and think if they have money, your provision, they will be secure in themself and in life - total BSBS - bullshit belief system.) Men - you know I love you. But don’t fucking show up to sex looking merely to satisfy yourself, good god. And don’t fucking show up to sex looking to satisfy a woman in order to remind yourself of what you don’t even believe (that you are good enough, wanted, winning in life, a Man)...read more...

GOLD-DIGGER TRIGGER2020-03-22T03:15:06+00:00

THE UNDERGROUND REFUSES TO STAY HIDDEN

2020-03-22T04:02:31+00:00

The underground world in which you hide – in and from everyone – is never content to stay hidden. It grows and grows, touching and entangling every area of your life. The lies and the secrets intertwine and the web they weave become the cords that bind you. Until you don’t know who you are, and you don’t know the way out...read more...

THE UNDERGROUND REFUSES TO STAY HIDDEN2020-03-22T04:02:31+00:00

THE EVOLUTIONARY PROCESS OF KNOWING WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE

2020-03-22T04:02:38+00:00

In case you’re experiencing a momentary setback in remembering who you are (identity) and it’s affecting your confidence (a confidence issue is ALWAYS 💯 an identity issue)...here is a humorous rendition of the process of personal evolution to ease the agony of the transition of transcendence. Hope you enjoy! 😘...read more...

THE EVOLUTIONARY PROCESS OF KNOWING WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE2020-03-22T04:02:38+00:00

IT WAS LOVE – A POEM

2020-03-23T19:05:19+00:00

A love poem for sappy hearts like mine ♥️ #iwritelove I haven’t forgotten your eyes, how they pierced the veil that hides my soul. Or the way your touch saw things within me that still no one else knows. It was love.

IT WAS LOVE – A POEM2020-03-23T19:05:19+00:00

A BS STORY: STRONG, INDEPENDENT WOMEN WANT TO DEPEND ON THEMSELVES

2020-03-22T04:03:00+00:00

That’s a fraction of the BIGGER picture, but not the ultimate truth. Listen. A woman longs to fall weak into a strong man and be weak in him, in every way. Whhhaat?? Yes, I said weak. No, not weak as in weak, incapable, dependent... Weak as in completely vulnerable and open...read more...

A BS STORY: STRONG, INDEPENDENT WOMEN WANT TO DEPEND ON THEMSELVES2020-03-22T04:03:00+00:00