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Fool me once, shame on you. Feel me twice shame on me. Fool me three times? I'll still go ahead and blame you because its easy. When do our expectations of other's get in the way of our own happiness? Why do we want those that hurt us to hurt back? Let's chat about it pooh!

Fool me once, shame on you. Feel me twice shame on me. Fool me three times? I'll still go ahead and blame you because its easy. When do our expectations of other's get in the way of our own happiness? Why do we want those that hurt us to hurt back? Let's chat about it pooh!

Change makes the heart grow fonder- but damn how much longer? The beauty in of riding passanger on your own life journey. Is it to be figured out or just to be accepted? Lets dive in!

The world or polyamory as it is in 2019! How y'all do that? Is tinder the new age wave of mass orgies? Who told you that I wanna sit on your girlfirends face? Am I just too rigid? All the questions of being a selected "Unicorn".

The world or polyamory as it is in 2019! How y'all do that? Is tinder the new age wave of mass orgies? Who told you that I wanna sit on your girlfirends face? Am I just too rigid? All the questions of being a selected "Unicorn".

Red flags, black labels, omens, "Maybe God teyna tell you somethin'", "Bitch I knew it all along". How long do we have the excuse of consciously identifying the subconcious, chuckin that shit out the window, and responding to our ex. Or eating at that taco truck that gave you the shits for the 3rd time... but maybe it's just your nerves lately.- lil' shit

Red flags, black labels, omens, "Maybe God teyna tell you somethin'", "Bitch I knew it all along". How long do we have the excuse of consciously identifying the subconcious, chuckin that shit out the window, and responding to our ex. Or eating at that taco truck that gave you the shits for the 3rd time... but maybe it's just your nerves lately.- lil' shit

Red flags, black labels, omens, "Maybe God teyna tell you somethin'", "Bitch I knew it all along". How long do we have the excuse of consciously identifying the subconcious, chuckin that shit out the window, and responding to our ex. Or eating at that taco truck that gave you the shits for the 3rd time... but maybe it's just your nerves lately.- lil' shit.