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Everbody Thinks Having A Big Dick is The Best.

To Us Who Really have Big Dicks, If yall knew the shit we have to deal with. Fake friends trynna fuck You secretly. Nigga’s playing in your face like they want you but they just want your good sex. Uncomfortable Erections in the wrong briefs. Print watchers staring. Taking your dick out to piss is a battle sometimes. Touching the toilet water. Multiple crazy or ugly people at your neck constantly after you said you were not interested. We are more than a dick. We have the right to choose who we want to deal with and it not be “we think we to much because we have a big dick”

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I didn't make my vision board this today. Top priority for this weekend.

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How do you deal with your problems?

Me:

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push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.

push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.

get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.

stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything.

buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.

buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.

strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full.

organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.

have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.

push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.

message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through.

think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.

become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.

lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.

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When you are crushing on a person write down these nine traits: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness/trustworthiness and self control. Then ask yourself does the person you are crushing on have these traits.

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In everything you do today, choose yourself. in all the spaces you move in, in all the energy you surround yourself with, choose yourself. be your own best friend first, be the love of your life first, be your own muse first. find love in yourself, and smile more today. exude happiness, exhale love, make the sun jealous. (at University of Johannesburg)

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My only goal in life right now is to be happy. Genuinely, intensely and consistently happy, regardless of what people say to me. So therefore I had to offer myself peace ✌🏾 and now I have peace ✌🏾✨♥️💫 📸📷: @mr_spears_dabeast (at University of Johannesburg)

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Your healing is about you. it doesn't need a stamp of approval. don't worry about how long it takes or how ugly it may seem. it's about you. and when you see him glowing, dripping gold from his pores, turning wounds into flowers, loving himself unconditionally - let him be. (at Sophiatown Residence- University of Johannesburg)

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I have a lot of respect for guys that cry. Fuck that weakness shit. If you can cry, you're in touch with something greater than yourself.

- Expherience

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I’m at the point in my life where I just don’t care anymore so if you stress me out I’m just not gonna deal w/ you anymore.

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They envy your light, your vibe, your resilience to negativity, your happiness, your glow, your glo, your ambition, your self love, your dreams, your accomplishments, your struggles, your hard work, your blessings but worst of all, they envy the way people are effortlessly drawn to you.

That’s why they constantly attack you. Their dislike for you steams from personal insecurities. They want to punish you for living in your truth because that’s something they haven’t got the courage to do. They want to strip you off your light and steal your energy for themselves.

Keep vibrating higher.

- Meggan Roxanne

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no one ever really asked what became of the garden after adam and eve were banished. i never really wondered what became of the serpent until i met you. but since then, i’ve been dreaming of blackened fruit. they started appearing like ridiculously good oil painting. you know, the ones that look so realistic, they even have shadows creeping behind them. after a while, they came in baskets - basketfuls of charcoal fruit and i sold them door to door but no one would buy them. no one even came to answer my calls. after that, they rose like skyscrapers and i could see vultures circling the top. but the fruits, they weren’t rotten i could tell. they didn’t smell foul, instead they smelled like freshly-turned earth after it had rained the night before. the writers called it petrichor. animals instinctively avoided them. but for ordinary people like you and me, they smelled like death. it took me a while to understand what that meant but when i did, it was too late.

MJL, we’ve taken a bite (via mimickingmaelstroms)

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I gained so much by walking away from some people.

- Meggan Roxanne