“How you take your wins is just as important as how you take your losses.”

It’s the humidity reminding me why I barely straighten my hair for me.

Theres a special place in my heart for people who take responsibility for their actions.

Sometimes you’ll want more for someone than they want for themselves. Sometimes you’ll want more from someone than they’re willing to give.

Funny thing about the mind, It can trap and free you at the same time.

Apply pressure, chill and repeat.

They’ll try to point out your flaws because they hate their own.

There are people that love you. Stop focus on the ones that don’t.

Intentions and actions don’t always align…so before I react I try to remember that.

I mind my business. Thats my peace of mind.

Don’t bend over backwards for people who don’t want you to move forward.

My happiness is my responsibility.

Smile baby. You’re alive. You’ve got options.

Be loyal to those loyal to you.

A man’s ego is just as sensitive as a woman’s self-esteem.

There are times when god speaks. You might not hear the words, but you’ll see. You’ll see.

I’m human. I’m spiritual, God-fearing, an intellectual AND I’m hyphy. I’m also growing and wrong a lot. I ain’t afraid to admit it.

That we live in a post-truth society today, and that we don’t care, that we have lost empathy. We have stopped caring for each other in a way. We have stopped thinking long-term and sustainable. And that’s something that goes much deeper than just climate crisis deniers.

You could have my soul and the body. Fool that you were; tried force on flesh instead. And lost the one who would have wrapped you up in her prayers.

Never lose good in you for the better in someone else.

I realize, no matter how much we grew, no matter how much we may have learnt, at the end of the day we both lost- because we didn’t have each other.

You could do with losing a little bit of weight.

I want to find my soul rather than lose it.

I knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.

Do we break our own heart too? Tell me, don’t we all do? Everytime you lock it up, ignoring what it tells you, doesn’t it break a little too?