THE REGIME

I’m maaaaaaaaaaaaaarried.

Damn seems like everyone around me is tying the knot! Congrats, though!

First I was horribly sick, then I got my foot ran over, and now I’m pretty sure I’ve lost my voice. Seriously, Lauren?

How the hell did you get your foot run over? But that sucks. I'm sorry.

jhenechilo:

Who missed the Kat?

All I want is peace, love, understanding, and a chocolate bar bigger than my head.

Why is it that Magcon just had to be younger than me?

  Jhene didn’t know who she was whenever she broke like she just did in front of Drake. She was done with being hurt in the worst way. She didn’t want to feel useless she did on the daily. A low sigh exhaled from her mouth before she made eye contact with her musical soul mate, as she put it many times before. Music allowed the mixed songstress to unleash each raw emotion that consumed her body. It was an escape from the real world that Jhene was in constantly did wrong or having another bump in the world, but she did say that if she didn’t have those bumps she would be dead. It was true— Everyone had to go through those large drops in the roller coaster called Life if not they were in a peaceful state of mind in heaven, just like her brother. 

The tanned artist ran his hand over his nicely packed curls and wet his lips. He maintained eye contact as she revealed her feelings and thoughts. His eyes traveled up her body. Jhene was so simple, nothing more to offer than her soul. Most of the time rappers had high standards, a nice ass, dress code, and expensive hair. However, Jhene was the complete opposite. She was her own person, almost like a whimsical tree in the middle of the forest. Each branch of her reached out to something different, while every other tree would reach the same way. Jhene had never been one to go along with the hype, and instead she just created it. Drake knew she'd be big for promoting creativity, and that was something he always found extremely attractive about her.

Rihanna shifted in her spot as she looked up at him, her facial expression really not changing because she expected this. Sooner or later they needed to talk about what was going to happen in the near future, and she really did want it sooner. Still, it was a difficult question to answer on the spot. “I just… miss hanging out with you?” she answered in a hopeful tone, hoping that was enough. Of course it wasn’t, though, which caused the singer to sigh as her gaze met his again. “I’m willing to try again with you, you know that. I’m ready to start spending time with you again, and just to see where that takes us, if anywhere again at all.” Rihanna knew that it would more likely then not result in a relationship between the two of them, and she was kind of okay with that.

"What do you mean you like someone? What the fuck was the point of you coming over here, and asking me those fucking questions, if you were going to throw it back in my face?! Who is it?!" Drake watched Rihanna's enmity unfold before him and held back a satisfied laugh. 

So I went out today to buy an iTunes card just so I could buy a ticket for the next level of Candy Crush.. turns out, they just let me continue on… and I still have my money. Awesome.

I don't think I'll ever get past level 102. Games like that are the reasons why I don't get anything done.

Tugging the white linen sheets to shield her nude body, Jhene sat still watching Drake pull his clothing back on. For some reason she felt the urge to say, ‘No’ to his proposition of being friends that fucked. No feelings attached. No nothing. All it did was anger the petite female since it brought memories of her and Donald— Hell the past men that have voiced to liking her, and all they wanted was sex. One of them resulted in her having Namiko, and honestly it was one of the best things that has happened to her. “I am not feeling forced into anything. I am not just going to fall in love or any of that shit.” repeated Jhene in a mocking tone of his deep one. “I just don’t want to be friends with benefits. I don’t want to be the girl that is always in bed with you, and you can’t even tell anybody. I ain’t going back to that again. I ain’t some fuckin’ hoe you fuck around with… I don’t want to be anymore— Not now and not ever.”

Drake exhaled. Jhene went from her usual peaceful self, to a loudmouthing, blunt sailor. There was evident choler and angst in her voice. He could tell she had been screwed over fifteen times too many, but he also knew that from taking a long gander at Comfort Inn Ending. It made his insides twist every time, that she was nearly breaking inside, listing off every guy that did her wrong. He didn't want to imagine how the males felt when they were called out all at once. However, they deserved it. They left a fallen angel with snapped wings, injured and cold.