“Survive the droughts? I wish you well.
How sick am I? I wish you health.
I wish you wheels, I wish you wealth,
I wish you insight so you could see for yourself.”—Jay-Z, “American Dreamin,” American Gangster, 2007 (via rapquote)
there were unmerited kisses places on my neck as I sat at the edge of her bed…directly behind me she’d adjust her self to where her waist was flush with mine…her arms placed under mine…her palms on my chest…cheek placed on my back…this is affection…
word play always made you smile…so I metaphorically made metaphors the foreground to my statements…making light work of heavy subjects…using the concepts established in the dictionary to dictate where your emotions fell…your anger altered by the angle my english introduced itself left you with a twisted tongue…a straight face…and hand placed on the contours of your hips…because of the way phrases became segways for smilies that you knew would make you smile
when you have that one person that you know will appreciate and enjoy the pictures/vids yall send to each via cell phone or email…and know that yall have created a bond and trust…its rather enjoyable…and fun….especially when its exclusive..and you dont have to worry about seeing them blogging or twitpic’in the same picture they sent you/ or a picture you sent them… -___- thats a pet peeve of mines…its no longer special then….