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What we didn’t hear about was a how an African-American women who in the course of protecting herself from an abusive husband who beat her while she was pregnant, shot a gun that she legally owns into the air. No one was hurt, but she is now looking at 25 years. Yes indeed, you read that right, facing 25 years.. Her name is Marissa Alexander, she lives in Florida, is a mother of 3 and everyone should know her name and her case.The person who prosecuted her case is Angela Corey, the prosecutor in the George Zimmerman case.
I think there are enough girls out there who’d be happy with a guy who is overtly caring and who speaks candidly about his feelings, that we should just be who we are, and hold out… If what you’re asking of yourself to find and maintain a relationship with a woman doesn’t come naturally to you, it’s probably-probably-really stupid.

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The Mixed Tape.: The Wait.

cupkaye:

i will meet you. i don’t know when, but i will and when i do, i’ll do back flips and sing spanish love songs and shower the world with molten chocolate.


but before that a disclaimer:

i regretfully admit that my heart hasn’t been kept at its best state for you. i’ve subjected it to a number of burns that even the most skillful heart doctors can’t amend. there are bruises, scrapes and signs of struggle. there are blackened parts and shredded parts and parts that have gone missing. but with what little i have left - the tiny pulsating beat of my heart’s wreckage – i still hope.

don’t panic. i’m not hoping for you to be my saving grace. i have learned never to depend on a person to super glue you back together. what i am hoping for is this: to scavenge the world for every missing piece i have and put it back together. i want to fill every empty space so you won’t have to fall into the gaps. i want to clear the sky of every black hole that will suck the life out of you, leaving you empty and exasperated.

it will take time, like most adventures do. i will have to cry alone and give myself hugs that i know aren’t even half as good as what i’ll get from you. i will want you, need you, crave you and maybe even seduce you – but don’t give in. because i am not ready, and so are you. sometimes the waiting may not make sense, especially when people start to get ahead. but we have to remember that it’s not a race, that time and space is also good.

we have to engrain in our minds that despite what we feel, we are not empty without each other.

in our temporary absence we are not incomplete. 

but in the perfect time, like a well plotted eclipse, i will meet you. and when i do, we will fly. no black holes, no stray comets. we will be eagles soaring side by side, navigating the vast horizon of purple hues and hurdling past the turbulence.

when at times, i find myself free falling into the ground, your talons will pull me back up and when you feel restless and caged, mine will take you places. no airplanes, no parachutes, just our wings flapping together in perfect tune, escaping the simulation and finding ourselves whole just as nature intended us to.

so i will wait for you, and i hope you will too.

because i will meet you

i don’t know when, but i will and when i do, i’ll do back flips and sing spanish love songs and shower the world… with molten chocolate. :)

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