#crushed
“Crushed” ~ by Fattybulous.
“I’m below a booty situation for the moment” ~ x//3
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The projects that I end up doing, that I want to be involved with in any way, have always been projects that will be impactful, for the most part, to my people — to black people. To see black people in ways which you have not seen them before. So Black Panther was on my radar, and in my dreams.
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Everything starts with a little crush and ends with a lot of tears.
Thoughts
Isaiah 53:5 (ESV) -
But He was pierced for our transgressions;
He was crushed for our iniquities;
upon Him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with His wounds we are healed.
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I love making these
y'all i just finished watching the latest episodes of ML and i feel absolutely crushed
My heart has shattered into a million pieces.
And I’m left here, alone, to rot in this bloody massacre.
To rot in the poison of something that was once so beautiful.
Or so I had thought.
But apparently my insecurities, my bandaged up soul, was too broken for you.
And you began to question this once beautiful feeling.
When, in fact, the day before you had reminded me of its beauty.
That we were happy. That we were fine.
That the feeling wouldn’t end.
Proves that words are nothing but shit.
And I had always wondered if the thoughts that crossed my mind crossed yours.
If you ever happened to look at me and think, “damn, I fucking love this girl.”
If you would ever catch me reading or typing or scratching my nose or whatever and think “damn, I’m lucky to have her.”
Because every time I see you these thoughts take over.
I look at you, you become my eye, my pupil, my center, my universe.
Just like that.
Every time I see you I go from being just me, to being me and you.
And it was the greatest feeling in the world.
And just like that, with a few words, my entire universe collapsed.
You might try and say you didn’t cause it but you sure as hell didn’t stop it either.
And that action in itself spoke louder than words.
And I slowly started to believe all the shinning stars and glorious planets were not meant to be.
That my universe was never meant to shine as bright as it did.
And for that reason it was destroyed.
And I start to think maybe it’s me.
That I’m too damaged.
That I love too much (as if that’s a thing).
That my heart is defective because it seems to beat and race and stop..
That I’m at fault for feeling the things I feel.
And then I remind myself that there’s millions of universes out there who need a little bit of light.
And then I remember ours and cry..
