like when beyonce said “i woke up this way: flawless” she’s saying that flawless is not dependent on how she looks at a given moment; by dent of being alive, just by being authentic to herself, she’s flawless.
not “i woke up with this hair laid and makeup did and decked out clothes”. which is how everyone else apparently interpreted it.
I fucking miss him.
I miss him always ready and willing to feed me.
food. dick. cuddles. positive talk.
He was always giving me good stuff.
I miss the way he smells. I can still remember it if I close my eyes and think hard enough.
I remember everything.
The way his lips felt on my neck. His head on my chest at night because he was a massive baby who totally loved cuddling at night, but wouldn’t ever tell anybody.
All the springy coils on his head and how the ones at the front were just a little tighter than the crown of his head. 4a curl pattern havin ass.
He used to help me braid my hair at night when I ain’t feel like doing it. & helped me take take my braids down for my braid outs in the morning.
This sweet nigga came into my life and left his sticky fingerprints on everyfuckingthing.
Now he’s somewhere else and he ain’t thinking of me. Meanwhile, I’m sitting here still trying to scrub him off my skin.