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Anonymous said: Do you feel like he is going to cheat on you or break up for some other girl?

I know a lot of guys say they will never cheat on their girl, but hands down I know my man loyal as fuck. I fucking hear it all the time he is a hoe. But once he commits, there is only one girl in his life. And that girl is me. So stop worrying about my relationship. 

LOL. And if he wants to break up with me for another girl, that bitch better pass my standard I set. Good luck. 

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Anonymous said: Do you get mad about your boyfriend's exes?

I laugh. Even though I tease him and act a little mad about his exes, I do it for giggles. He tells me all the time that I won and I can’t compare to those bitches/hoes. I already I treat him better than any of his past. So there really isn’t any point to be mad. 

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Anonymous said: May I ask how you groom downstairs? Landing strip? Bushy? Waxed? :)

HAHA. I get all these sexual questions. Like who tf wants to know.

Ask my boyfriend. jdubexclusive

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my dear,
are that place
and hell.
A Story A Day #269 // ten-word-story #39 
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I want to be the person you’re scared to lose.
(via monicavynguyen)
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When she finally starts using ya lingo you lowkey became a part of her.

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Nobody will ever love you quite the way you want them to. You just have to let them do their best.
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I fight with my nigga daily & it’s for the littlest shit. I don’t know where he find the energy or patience to put up with me but man he a real one.
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His heart cut everything that touched it.
His hands were decorated with calluses to commemorate the dark nights.
His mind was a battlefield that had been destroyed too long ago.

Her skin gleamed without a single crack.
Her eyes shined more clearly than water in sunlight.
Her body didn’t know what it meant to ache.

She took apart her heart to fix his.
She worked to restore his hands while bruising hers in the process.
She refused to think for herself in case she took away what was left of his mind.

He was whole again.
She was in pieces.

Two broken people can’t fix each other 
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