BROTHER TO THE NIGHT

Say baby, can I be your slave

I’ve got to admit girl you’re the shit girl, and I’m diggin’ you like a grave.

Now do they call you daughter to the spinnin’ post, or-or maybe Queen of 2,000 moons.

Sister to the distant, yet risin’ star.

Is your name Yemaya? Oh. Hell nah, it’s got to be Oshun.

Ooo. Is that a smile me put on your face child?

Wide as a field of Jasmine and Glover.

Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money.

Hound legs that’ll spank Jehovah 
shit.

Who am I?

It’s not important but they call me Brother to the Night, and right now 
I’m the blues in your left thigh. Tryin’ to become the funk in your right.

Who am I?


I’ll be whoever you say.

But right now, I’m the sight raped hunter 
blindly pursuing you as my prey.

And I just wanna give you injections of sublime erections, and get you to dance to my rhythm.

Make you dream archaetypes, of black angels in flight.


Upon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism.

Come on slim. Fuck yo’ man, I ain’t worried about him.


It’s you who I wanna step to my scene.

'Cos rather than deal with the fallacy of this dry ass reality. I rather dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream.

Who am I?

Well they all call me Brother to the Night, and right now I’m the blues in your left thigh. Trying to become the funk in your right

Is that alright?

My guy problems are officially over. I hate him, and he makes me sick.

#whyaustin

Soooo if you haven’t heard by now North Korea wants to attack several cities, and one of those cities is Austin, Texas. If you don’t know by now I live in Austin, Texas. I don’t appreciate having my life threatened by some Asian guy who’s name sounds like a breakfast soup. I love Asian people, but like why Austin?

Obama fix it.

I hate being emotional. It’s so stupid, can I just be like a guy and not care about feelings?

,,

Baby I want you to want me…

J. Cole feat. Miguel (Power Trip)

Can I Vent?

Hey guys…
I’m supposed to be doing my biology homework right now, but I feel like I’m going to cry, and I never cry.

I don’t really vent much, I’m more of the keep feeling inside type of person… Ha.

I know I make jokes about how “annoying” you guys questions, and replies are. I’m sorry, I really do like all of you guys.

It’s like sometimes, I think being a major bitch is just the thing to do… It’s not. 

There’s this guy, I don’t like him. He doesn’t like me for sure, we’re just friends. I think he’s pretty nice, we have so much in common it’s so crazy. 

The problem is… He doesn’t really know how to have genuine feelings for only one person, he always has to be toying with people’s emotions. 

I can’t get mad about that either, because like I said earlier I don’t like him. Or at least, I don’t want to. 

This is so pathetic, ok bye. 

Following spree, message me your everythings (twitter, Instagram). Hey you hot fucks?

Should I follow some of you on Instagram?.. Or no? Message me your Instagram names!

Hi tumblr.

It’s that time of the month again.
When I rant about a guy that none of you guys know.

Then you send me questions.

No party tonight… First time in a long time. 

Life

I’m going to sit here and listen to Taylor Swift until I get who I want.