Careful, honey, it’s loaded,” he said, reentering the bedroom.
Her back rested against the headboard. “This for your wife?”
“No. Too chancy. I’m hiring a professional.”
“How about me?”
He smirked. “Cute. But who’d be dumb enough to hire a lady hit man?”
She wet her lips, sighting along the barrel.
"Bedtime Story" by Jeffrey Whitmore (via swanjolras)
LMAOOOO I’M SCREAMING. “Don’t be so afrocentric.”
So. Being that Egypt is in Africa…….
Is this person serious?
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
This is one of the most freeing statements I have seen in a while
love is not possession
again, love. Is. Not. Possession. (via verucadarling)