The only ME, i could be


abodhiem:

“Money is only important in a society when certain resources for survival must be rationed and the people accept money as an exchange medium for the scarce resources. Money is a social convention, an agreement if you will. It is neither a natural resource nor does it represent one. It is not necessary for survival unless we have been conditioned to accept it as such.”

— Jacque Fresco


Via PURPLE MAGENTA


squidbeard:

While drawing a set of monsters, my friend became increasingly dismayed that I left out the unicorn… 

So after much lambasting, I drew the damn thing.

I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY BRITTANY!




thank you for making hate some one i love! thank you

people will never know the things they do to me… so tired of standing up after be knocked down



everything falls in place

Roger Bonair-Agard - How the Ghetto Loves Us Back on Def Jam Poetry (by SpokenPoetryTV)




i love her sooo much!!!!

Def Poetry: Staceyann Chin- “If Only Out Of Vanity” (Official Video) (by PoeticalTvLive)




i fear you would never sleep…

i need you to like me

Apology to My Unborn by Bassey Ikpi (Def Poetry Jam) (by Basseyworld)




Liza Garza - My Everything - With HBO’s Def Poetry Jam (by febreze354)



you could see the root of ppl evny by the things they always taking about


you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar

ppl dpn’t know wat they does be doing yes…. smh!!!!!

every body have a cross to carry… i taking my lashes if they are to come cause thats wat i have to do and i know i shall be rewarded for my suffering, pain, and hurt… as i sit I have constand conversation thing God asking him to close my mouth open my ears and my eye wider…

i take my responsablities on me and me alone…

no man is and island….untill the island on fire…lol

one day i would look back on this and be greatfull that i was punished… while apart of me still feels pitty for my abuser. sometime i wonder how i get up everyday… and put on a brave face and deal with these thing that are in my face every day…

but my island shall not burn once i believe in God who truly strengths me…

my soul is ole and weary… My Heart is weak.. my skin dry from salt… my joints cold from abuse…

once friends.. now the greatest enemies… all over money… at the end day, i sadly still have love for u… but like God himself trying to sure me i don’t need to…

ppl say the root of all evil is money…. i could see why


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