"Since we all came from a women, got our name from a women, and our game from a women. I wonder why we take from women, why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think its time we killed for our women, be real to our women, try to heal our women, cause if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies that will hate the ladies, who make the babies. And since a man can’t make one he has no right to tell a women when and where to create one."

The story of me and the boy

He was a new sophomore last year and we were kind of friends. We met at the beginning of the year, we both did track together, and we were both in Algebra II regular (but in different classes, even though we had the same teacher) so we’d see each other when we went to extra help and we’d have little conversations on the side. 

He’s black, by the way. 

He’d always call me his wifey and be really flirty but I figured that was just how he was to every girl so I never took him too seriously. 

Fast-forward to this year, my prefect tried to set us up without my knowledge but he didn’t start trying to get with me until like 2 weeks before our formal dance (which was like a homecoming thing, we hold it in our dining hall). At the dance we kept running into each other and after it was over he waited for me at the door, then he walked me back to my dorm and waited until someone opened it because it was 12 am and our keycards wouldn’t work. Then he hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. 

This was like a week before winter break so we hooked up a couple of times after that. Over break we would skype every other day. But then when we got back in January I saw him like once or twice a week and he was alllways busy, we never got actual time to talk and he was really apologetic about it but it got old really fast. 

Then a couple of weeks ago we were hanging out and he was like “I think we should take a break until I can get more time to devote to you.” [direct quote]

So that was that. 

His birthday’s in two days, I considered getting him something but I doubt that would be wise. 

yep. 

"I was the best hoochie on the West Coast at the time. I had the best clothes ‘cos I was coming from England and really good at shoplifting. I had Versace on before Lil’ Kim started rapping about it ‘cos the only place I could steal at was Harvey Nicks, where it was sooo easy."

Only in my dorm

Would a girl run screaming down the hall in her panties at this late hour. 

mm mm mm. No homework’s getting done tonight I see.

Yesterday our Caribbean club had a meeting

Girl from the  Bahamas : “If any of yall have a US passport don’t try and say you’re Caribbean.” 

Child 

The Bahamas isn’t even in the Caribbean

 But if you want to say you’re Caribbean, that’s fine and I don’t care. Someone can be born in the US and not spend a single day on the islands, but their parents are first generation immigrants and they’ve been raised in a Caribbean community their whole lives. To me that person is Caribbean. 

It amazes me how people are always so quick to divide themselves. 

About to go watch some James Deen porn

But my friend just sat right next to me. 

ughhh buzzkill

That moment when

You texted a boy in your U.S history class (who’s been consistently trying to get with you  despite multiple hints on your part that you are not interested), because you didn’t know what the test was on, so he told you the syllabus was online and you said you couldn’t look because your internet goes out at 12, but its actually 11:00, and when he pointed that out you looked really fucking dumb and thirsty. 

yeah