Organic Whiskey

Keep writing and keep living and keep loving.

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  • Roommate: Can I have some of your ice cream?
  • Me: Yea let me know how it taste.
  • Roommate: You always make me your taster. I told you dick taste good but you won't try that.
  • Me: I hate you.
When I saw you walking I didn’t know what you were. I didn’t know your gender. I didn’t know if you were a boy or girl. I just knew you were a cute ass muthafucka and I wanted to to talk to you. Welcome to North Philadelphia.
Lady on the street



Repeat after me:

Date someone who matches you in emotional development.

Date someone who matches you in emotional intelligence. 

Date someone who can support you emotionally.


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The Western “love” concept, you take it apart, it really is lust. But love transcends just the physical. Love is disposition, behavior, attitude, thoughts, likes, dislikes-these things make a beautiful woman.
Malcolm X

Cosby Season 1.

I’d follow her any and everywhere. To the moon and back.


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i think communication is a huge obstacle in a lot of relationships. people either are afraid or just simply choose not to open up to their loved ones, and yet they wonder why their loved ones don’t fully understand or support them. let the people that love you inside your heart, inside your soul. sure, it’s scary to let somebody in that close, but you’ll never be happy or healthy in a relationship without letting your loved one in.

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She quickly became my addiction. I stopped exhaling and started inhaling her. And when I did, my brain activated chemical pathways and I began to crave what sits between her thighs. When she kissed me I saw colors. Orange, red, yellow, blue…she is my purple haze. High. One touch made me hallucinate about what could be. My mind received abnormal messages that I previously refused to compute. Love. This message was greatly amplified. She was a different kind of drug. When she entered my lungs instead of coughing, I came. Every limb felt overstimulated; an euphoric overdose.


It’s been a very extremely long time, but I’m finally happy. I have a new city, a new love, and a new feeling. I feel complete.

If you want to forget something or someone, never hate it, or never hate him/her. Everything and everyone that you hate is engraved upon your heart; if you want to let go of something, if you want to forget, you cannot hate.
C. JoyBell C. (via hqlines)

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