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What is worse? Guilt, or being the victim?

I learned to never make a promise that you know you can not keep. Or at least try to keep it, and if you fail, don’t be afraid to tell the person you promised sooner than later. Sorry just isn’t enough. 

It’s a pretty easy rule to remember, but it’s so hard for people like myself to keep. At least I have a great lesson learned..

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don’t nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don’t forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain’t nuttin don’t believe him
And if he can’t learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don’t need him
And I ain’t tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what’s that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it’s time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can’t make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you’re fed up ladies, but keep your head up

-2pac.

spend time with family. spend time with friends. 

just balance it all and be smart.

Silly me.. I just spent time with friends hahah. guess that’s what happens when you get locked up in home for all of high school. Can’t blame me that I got carried away, but you can bicker at me for not prioritizing. 

Lesson learned, but have my parents learned? I hope so…

there is an intersection with a stoplight, and there is a police officer on duty (God is the police officer). for every scenario. 

morals level 1 :

a man stops at the red light and sees no one in range for miles on each end of the intersection. although it is a red light and the officer is there watching him, the driver runs a red light.

morals level 2 :

a driver stops at the same red light. the officer is still watching him, but he stays there and waits for the light to turn green. he only waited though because he was afraid of the law (hell). 

morals level 3 :

same situation as the previous two. the third driver stops at the stop light because he wants to preserve the safety of himself and others around him. there are no people here in the intersection as well, but he still stops and waits. 

If you change your perspective of things just a little bit. you could be an example of the third level of morals.

Today, my hair was brutally attacked by a woman who has almost no skill at cutting hair. Do not let a fancy hair salon fool you. THEY DO NOT ALWAYS HAVE SKILLED STYLISTS. FUCK.

The lady and I had a miscommunication. okay, I’ll let that slide. Things like that happen. I wanted a 4 on the sides, and three fingers length on the top. HOWFUCKINGEVER, I got ONE FINGERS LENGTH ON THE TOP. This.. this forced me to cut the sides shorter to like a 2 or some bullshit lololol FUCKK.

NEXT. THE BACK IS LONGER THAN THE FRONT. yo, what kind of shit is that? (sorry people, I was pretty depressed about it, but now I’m just rawrrrrr) I understand if you cut it too short, but at least make it even.. OH and the fade was terrible, luckily my friends helped guide the lady on how to cut my hair.

So now, I am stuck with a haircut much like the little boy from Avatar, the Last Shitbender.

Solution : wear a hat for AT LEAST, AT LEAST two damn weeks. 

have i seen my parents so sad.

Will Smith (-allthatjaz)

(Source: quote-book)

It makes all the difference when comprehending something. God is so freaking good at this. 

he’s underrated! spread the word about this man.