Apologize

Never give a second chance to
Fucker i💩💩Otherwise he gonna
Fuck 💩💩you for life time
27Apr 2016

Posted from WordPress for Android

Advertisements

Good-bye

And I promise won’t ever blog again in MIG even if I’m dead   .In name of love u did enough now continue your blogging further I’m not gonna check in fact I will never login again .I hope you will be satisfied .Enjoy your blogging and continue your so called love fucker drama .Wish you luck that u get success in fucking. Told you that you are worse thn a dog who he eats his vomiting back .Can’t even imagine for getting love forcefully one can go these way too on social media omigod .I told him everything clearly but no he doesn’t want lol he want i get married bt doesnt stop fuxking bastered. Well carry on your blog ur love ur drama.My best wishes are always with you And if this is seriously so called love then I prefer to be alone for whole life .Thanks for ur so
called true love I’m extremely sorry for being fake cridT eater postitute newspaper liar selfish BT yes I never fucked my love publicly n gv chance for people to mock on it .Extremely sorry for everything and I accept your each words n blame according to u it’s true keeping ur true words in mind im never gonna commit same mistake in life esp by coming back to you .Have many things to say but you are not among the one to betrusted belive n depend And will never understand .I thought u  understood enough befor so was telling to get married but No that was a big LOL No more further text from me I’m going out of contact no fb no anything u did enough I don’t have that gut to control my happiness n thanks for the happiness
Goodbye

Posted from WordPress for Android

see you don’t need to be mine friend and I also know it is impossible I can understand that but what is the solution???????????Nor u can leave nor I can trust you?I can’t trust you anymore n without trust Does love happened there .Can we behappy?You be poor or rich handsome or ugly I accept as u are and can be lived happily married life But without trust no love no love no happiness n wats being in relationship even after knowing that all .Before it’s too late we should accept it.If this had happened after marriage thn wat would happen with life how would it b how would we lived n wat would happen with family??See you trust me love me dream about me be frustrating bcox of me or just move ahead n get success n show me whatever you want to do or be you can .It’s your life not mine So do it n live as u like to. Stay frusted

for one girl or move But knowingly I’m not going to jump in this relationship Again..Soo I’m not going to be in relationship with you

Posted from WordPress for Android

never make online relationship

Never make online relationship which can only give you pain and tear everydaymight be it’s a punishment for me for rejecting the people in real and choosing him.Now i feel everyday as a hell.Suffering from pain and living with tears.A care a love and feeling  a true feelings Can never be real by force but how and when he gonna understand that he isn’t loving but it’s a harassment .

I CAN ONLY THINK A SOLUTION IS SUICIDE ERR IT’S A LOSER ACTIVITIES BUT FROM YEAR I’M GOING THROUGH SAME PAIN.unbearable pain and frustration .
I CAN’T HIDE IT ANYMORE  with my fake smile.
PEOPLE in real have started to notice that I’m in some kind of trouble and it makes me more frustrated when they ask why i look so duly and lost my weigh.
O mai poor mind have no solution other than Saying  GOODBYE TO THIS WORLD

On Silent Black Men: What Have You Done For Us Lately?

This is what I call inspiration I’m inspired by you .Source of encouragement

I grew up knowing —not believing— Grandma Nan could do anything. She could stoically kill a snake in her yard with an ax and resume tending to her collards in the garden — wearing a chiffon floral house dress. She’d tell my grandfather about it later, probably as they chatted over her homemade veggie soup and Mountain Dew. Sure, Grandma needed Grandfather Walter, but only because she wanted to. He built her house and later on, the garage. He drove the trash to the landfills on trash day (we’re country folks) and fixed every leak. Still, Grandma Nan was The Queen. As were the other women in my family.

My Grandma Nan My Grandma Nan

Men existed in their worlds but didn’t make them go ’round and I felt the strength of women all around me. After all, being strong is the one thing the world will tip their hats off to black women for — sometimes…

View original post 1,008 more words

Handle with Care

developing dad

I sometimes take a picture of you because you’re just so adorable and amazing and beautiful. And sometimes I catch a hint of fragility in what the camera catches. Other times I see huge heaping mounds of it. Giant reserves of delicate. Like you’re a crystal chandelier in the shape of my beautiful boy. And then, in my minds eye, I see all the thousand ways you’ll be disappointed by the realities of life you can’t even fathom at this point. Sculpted from this thing of beauty into another thing of beauty to be sure. But still, that journey is treacherous and full of potential. Potential harm. Potential fortune. Potential damage and grace.

Maybe it’s you. Maybe I’m not just a proud dad that’s just insanely obsessed with my kids. Maybe your specialness, your perfectness is not a function of my pride. Perhaps you are magical and I’m afraid of…

View original post 736 more words

Photo by @petekmuller/@prime_collective for @natgeo. Over the last week, I've shared two photos of #hunters in northeastern DR #Congo dressed in traditional hunting masks and vests. While the craftsmanship and purpose of the attire was fascinating and visually captivating, I noticed recurring comments about the frightening and/or "exotic" nature of the outfits. Concerned by the understandable aversion that some had to the masked portraits, I wanted to share an image of the same hunters without their dramatic attire. Here, they stand for a portrait wearing their designated hunting clothes, which are tattered on account of extensive hunting among the thorns. Once they return to their homes, they put on different clothes. I had a fascinating experience with these kind and very capable guys. Their ability to navigate and survive in the woods was humbling and reminded me of how ineffectual urban life has made me. #Congo #DRC #hunting #Africa

A post shared by National Geographic (@natgeo) on