f o r m a t i o n .

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This was me and my brother growing up😂

these bitches want nikes, but the real ones

‘ ‘m not blaming you – not anymore at least ‘ nizar said as he looked down because everything she has or hasn’t said about him publicly resumed to a full deletion when she said that she loved him. and now he was hearing her and thinking that maybe he had gone a bit to far with his petition indeed, but he wasn’t gonna take it back. he wanted her, he wanted them together again and not just for one night of passionate sex as many might presume. it has never been his initial intention even when he wasn’t stating that out loud. ‘ don’t cry, beautiful ‘ he said as he reached to wipe her cheeks after she did because he just needed to caress her. ‘ i love you – need you ‘ he whispered back to her as he stared into her eyes because he meant it. and niza pulled her closer to his body before he’d press his lips against her forehead in a tender kiss. he’ll let it last until his heart could calm down enough for his to cup her face and look into her beautiful eyes again. ‘ i won’t hurt you again. i won’t be stupid this time, i swear ‘ he said and just held on to he, embraced her tightly as he repeated himself in whispers. ‘ won’t hurt you, my love – i just won’t ‘

a small smile managed to find its’ way back onto her face having him wipe away her tears. the reassurance felt good, knowing he was still willing to catch her if she didn’t know already. his touch made the world of a difference and with that the steady flow of water that pooled down her face deceased. whatever despairs that still ailed her had gone, changing the hues of red and blood in her heart to one of passion. this was the reason why she loved him; golden moments such as these defined what their relationship was all about. jordan drowned willingly to the caramel of his eyes, his words following her as she swirled down into the infinite oblivion. jordan finally closed her eyes as his lips pressed against her forehead, feeling as though it had been ages since. “i don’t have to tell you that we’re back together again- do i?” her face nestled comfortable within his palms, she beamed brightly before the pink of her lips pressed against his plump ones. 

Sweeping a few shards of broken glass into a small pile as she grew quiet  “I know that if it was anyone else, anything else. You would do anything and everything to keep me and the baby safe. I trust in you to do whatever needs to be done to take care of us because I know you will always come through but…I don’t trust you not to be that person you were before.” Her voice was quiet, almost echoing in the small space as she continued to busy herself with trying to straighten the broken and fallen objects around them. She couldn’t bring herself to stop and look at him. If she did he would see the pain in her face and she would see the pain in his, both of them seemingly trying to fix the brokenness between them but getting nowhere. “I have been working so hard at staying clean Dell and what do you think would happen if we throw ourselves back into that space together again? We aren’t there yet. In a perfect world I wanna be with you and I know you wanna be there for me and the baby but. How can I know we won’t just end up back at square one? I need more than you throwing wads of cash at me and saying things won’t get that bad again. For fuck sakes I thought you were gonna kill me…

He shook his head and looked at the mess around them. It felt as though it were the perfect depiction of how he felt inside. Bending down to the ground he began picking up the debris. Though talking it out would’ve been beneficial, he didn’t think he could handle it. The man was never much of a crier, and he had placed his tantrum ways behind him; all that there was left was to just clean.  “you wanna know how things wouldn’t go back to square one? you would’ve been back at the apartment by now.” His gaze averted, hoisting the broken pieces of wood over his back and carrying it to the far end of the room.

The brunette rested her body against the headboard. Her hands moved out from the sheets letting her underarms hold it up over her nude body. She shook her head for a moment, “well we were sleeping, at least one of us were.” she said rubbing her hand over her face and her eyes for a moment before making eye contact with the male once more. “what do you mean what are we doing?” she asked. “do you want me to get my shit and go?” Serena asked. “if you were going to kick me out you could have done it before it was three in the morning, Malik.” she sighed turning and grabbing the oversize t shirt o nthe floor sliding it over her body before standing up.

“Serena, that’s not what I meant- Serena.” Malik sighed trying to get her attention. “I’m saying I just proposed to someone else and here I am less than twenty-four hours later. I don’t want to drag you in the middle of this at all and I don’t want you feeling like some late-night booty call.” He walked over and pulled the petite brunette down to the bed. “I care about you- okay?”

society’s definition of beauty is changing yourself to fit in. but once you change people pick on u for being different or being with the flow or what others do or some bullshit. beauty is all sizes all shapes all colors all types of people ! beauty is being you. being confident. simply loving yourself. beauty is you. no matter who you are you are beauty. just be you. I used to shave to fit in. thinking body hair was gross for girls and it’s only nature to shave. growing up in a world where girls body hair is disgusting and boy’s body hair is normal and some find it attractive. but I took a breath in and said fuck it who cares. I don’t shave often now. I feel better with body hair. sometimes I’ll shave for certain occasions. but I’ve become more confident in not shaving. I even plan going out this summer with leg and armpit hair. some of you might find it gross and that’s your opinion. but I simply do not care now. it helps that my boyfriend loves me for me and loves my body hair. he tells me I look beautiful like always with or without it and he doesn’t mind it. he’s helped me get that confidence in this. do what you what. don’t do what others do just to fit in. say fuck it ! show off your body hair. shove off who you are. don’t let people change that or try to make u do anything that makes u feel confident.