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freshjuju:

haru-hokori <—My little sister in real life

sugahsrevolution <—My spiritual sister 

omniscientether <—My other half with the real nigga dick. 

But I love me some Vicks too 

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wordsaretimeless:

I wanna kiss you with my tongue. Lick and swirl. Make you shiver and moan. Be kind to a starving woman and feed me. Let me taste you. I wanna leave a memory between your legs so you remember who was there.

Ay. woman….

Come. Here. Now. lol

sofa-king-ill:

Fill this according to you and reblog so your followers can know you!

1. State your name: 
Sugah or Melissa

2. State the name that your parents almost named you. 
Anaïs (ana-ees), which is pretty.

3. Which of your relatives do you get along with the most? 
My little brother

4. What was your first job? 
Working the drive thru at McDonalds

5. Did anything embarrassing happen this week? 

Nah, son.

6. Do you miss your ex?

(I’ma leave that gif there, cause it’s perfect)

7. White chocolate or dark chocolate?

White chocolate 

8. Do people praise you for your looks?
I’ve never really been told I’m ugly

9. What is your favorite color of clothing to wear? 
Warm colors and blue

10. How do you wear your makeup?
Never

11. What are some of your nicknames?
Meli-Mel, Harriet Tubbutt, Booty Meat, Mel, Meli

12. How many bedrooms are in your house? 
3

13. How many bathrooms?
 2

14. Do you have a job? 
Nah, son. Full-time student and moms

15. Do you have a car?
Nah

16. Do you work out every week? 
( ._.) I try

17. Did you brush your teeth this morning?
yea

18. Have you ever kissed someone you never saw again? 
Nah, my kisses are on reserve for folks I’ma see more than once

19. Have you ever sung in front of a crowd?
Yep

20. What kind of bathing suit do you wear?
Nigga, a one piece. Working on that two tho

21. Do you like your eyes?
 I do

22. Do you think you are pretty? 
I do

23. Who was the last person you talked to in person? 
My daughter 

24. How much money is in your account?

25. Are you single?
I am

26. Do you want kids?
I have a daughter, but I wouldn’t mind more

27. Tell me what your backpack looks like: 
It’s black.

28. What celebrity do you think is hot? 
Mekhi Phifer 

29. Last movie you saw in theatres:

The Dark Knight Rises

30. Are you dating the same person you dated last year? 
Nah son

31. Has someone you were dating ever cheated on you?
Yes

32. Have you ever cheated?
Yes

33: Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?
Yes 

36: What’s the cutest thing someone’s ever done for you? 
Is it sad nothing comes to mind? lol

37: Who was the last person you texted?
Jae

38: How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?
5

39: How do you look right now?
Sexy as fuck

40: Who’s the person who first comes to your mind when someone mentions “love”?

My padawan

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wellhellolovely:

I met a Jamaican man this summer, and he came up to me, complimented my hair, gave me some advice, he said to me: don’t allow anyone to touch your hair, only you, and your lover.

And I though that was such simply advice, but it meant a lot to me, because to me touching my hair can be very sensual, hands running playfully through my hair gives me feelings. It should give you feelings too, because I put a lot of love into my hair, and the privilege of touching it is not free.

Say that! 

(Source: fiftyshadesofmacygray)

sol-daylahhh:

…..I be making beats & shit but I aint no producer or nothing forreal…I just honestly feel like I would never take a title for something i’m not fully committed to or anything like a that. People are producers as a career whereas I just get bored & press buttons….but no mistake, my shit be crankin a lil bit or be on that smoove vibe doe forreal

This is what made me follow you lol Cause I feel this sentiment EXACTLY

I do wanna eventually make some fuckin bread off my joints doe lol

When You Know…You Know

Under a street lamp,

Notepad and pen held in trembling hands,

I try to maintain composure. I am a music journalist.

Words exchanged, glances stolen, smiles hidden

Bass booms in the background

Barbie and Ken prepared me for love, but what about

late nights with wide eyes and open hearts?

His aura is glorious, and I bask and allow

his smile to sink slowly into that special part of my soul

that has been put on reserve for The One.

Marijuana and incense float out of the club that welcomes

Deliciously legal contraband.

Stale cinnamon gum is spit onto the pavement and

a MARTA bus blasts by. For a moment, his words are lost

in the sauce and I, ever so slowly, inch closer to him.

To hear better.

No need to be caught in an embarrassing lie,

I want to be as close to him as possible.

I give him my cellphone number.

Hand touches hand and electricity lights up the eyes.

“Happy birthday, Mr. President,” I purr.

His laugh is the roar of a lion, sure of himself,

not the mewling of a timid kitten.

His fine beard calls for my nails and hands and promises that,

Beneath that shirt, a veritable playground to s t r e t c h and sigh

awaits. Chest hair that grows and curls like ivy.

I pause to wonder: is this it?

And further:

Why am I so sure he is the answer to my question?

Because I recognize myself in him.

He will stand by my side as we embark on these

adventures in paradise.

HE is glorious!

The world awaits us and no time to lose

I pull him close and hold on for dear life.

So this is love!

We watch retro Soul Train episodes and she reminices about being a late teen/20’s in the 70’s, the decade I love.

I love these stories :D She’ll say things like, “Man, I remember I had an outfit like that” or “Sheee-it! He aint even doing that dance right! It goes like this..”

^_^

Got here this morning. Had to come into town to take my online class’s math final. That shit is tomorrow, and I feel unprepared.

Honestly…I’m in a “fuck it” kind of mood with school right now. I know I don’t need to be, but….fuck it. 

I have a lot of things I need to work out.

Anyway, I say all that to say…..I probably won’t be posting as often, so don’t unfollow me! I’m here, but I’ll probably be busier than usual seeing n chilling with my friends.

Omg, I love being able to say that. Down in Jacksonville, y’all are my only friends. :) Which is dope, cause y’all are really awesome. But it’s also kinda sad, cause, outside of my baby, my mom, and my neighbors, I don’t really chat it up with too many folks. 

My friends are my family, and I miss them soooo much.

Oh, and if you’re in the Atlanta area and we follow each other, hit me up! Let’s link!

sugahsrevolution:

Dudes will have an ‘About Me’ section that reads something like: ‘I’m just a regular guy that likes regular things. This blog is about music, revolutionary things, sports, and the occasional ass photo or two.’

‘…the occasional ass photo or two.”

Shoulda known better! But nah, I go on head and scope the page out on some, “Word, that sounds pretty cool. Lemme just scro-What the fuck, doe!” 

Cause all I see is

ASS

EVEN BIGGER ASS

ASS

ASS

ASS

MAMMOTH ASS

ASS

Music

ASS

DONK

ASS

ASS

I’ll even check out their archive before I make any kind of assessment about their blog. Sometimes I get kinda one track minded with the ass photos I post, so I know how it is. But if the archive is full of asses bouncing on dicks, cum shots, and stuff…Nah, son.

I kinda wanna type these dudes a message on some, “Yo, that’s crazy misleading.” I don’t mind seeing the occasional photo on my dashboard of a chick getting that back blown out; my dash is hardly a virgin, you follow me? BUT, if all I ever see you post is a chick showing the most intimate parts of herself…Not my cup-o-tea, yo. 

But that’s what the unfollow button is for, Sugah! I get that too. But it sucks thinkin u found a dope blog to follow and then it’s not. Everyone involved is a little disappointed. “Aw, I lost a follower” / “Aw, this blog stinks. :(“

Why not describe your blog for what it is? “I’m a regular dude that likes regular things. I love ass, and it features prominently on my blog. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not one track minded; there will be an occasional music post or two.” Easy as pie. It’s your fucking blog! Represent that shit correctly. If you love ass, you love ass. Don’t be afraid to shout that shit from the mountaintop, yo. But pleeeeease, for lil ol’ Sugah’s sake, represent that shit correctly.

I know I know….One could say, “But you post a shitload of Star Wars stuff, I didn’t sign on for that.” To that I say…

It’s Star Wars, so your argument is invalid.

:)

Reblogging ONLY cause it’s relevant yet again lolol Someone followed me asking for a follow back, and uhhhhhhh no

Dudes will have an ‘About Me’ section that reads something like: ‘I’m just a regular guy that likes regular things. This blog is about music, revolutionary things, sports, and the occasional ass photo or two.’

‘…the occasional ass photo or two.”

Shoulda known better! But nah, I go on head and scope the page out on some, “Word, that sounds pretty cool. Lemme just scro-What the fuck, doe!” 

Cause all I see is

ASS

EVEN BIGGER ASS

ASS

ASS

ASS

MAMMOTH ASS

ASS

Music

ASS

DONK

ASS

ASS

I’ll even check out their archive before I make any kind of assessment about their blog. Sometimes I get kinda one track minded with the ass photos I post, so I know how it is. But if the archive is full of asses bouncing on dicks, cum shots, and stuff…Nah, son.

I kinda wanna type these dudes a message on some, “Yo, that’s crazy misleading.” I don’t mind seeing the occasional photo on my dashboard of a chick getting that back blown out; my dash is hardly a virgin, you follow me? BUT, if all I ever see you post is a chick showing the most intimate parts of herself…Not my cup-o-tea, yo. 

But that’s what the unfollow button is for, Sugah! I get that too. But it sucks thinkin u found a dope blog to follow and then it’s not. Everyone involved is a little disappointed. “Aw, I lost a follower” / “Aw, this blog stinks. :(“

Why not describe your blog for what it is? “I’m a regular dude that likes regular things. I love ass, and it features prominently on my blog. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not one track minded; there will be an occasional music post or two.” Easy as pie. It’s your fucking blog! Represent that shit correctly. If you love ass, you love ass. Don’t be afraid to shout that shit from the mountaintop, yo. But pleeeeease, for lil ol’ Sugah’s sake, represent that shit correctly.

I know I know….One could say, “But you post a shitload of Star Wars stuff, I didn’t sign on for that.” To that I say…

It’s Star Wars, so your argument is invalid.

:)