Dear Josh, please bring back R&B, and if you’re ever on the market for a vagina, help yourself to mine!
I’ve been walked over, spit on, used, abused, and discarded. Yet in spite of it all, I still believe in moments like THIS.
Answer:
Gospel music, chocolate, and redirecting my thoughts to a place of gratitude.
I will not die an
unlived life.
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance;
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.
Dammit Aretha, your daddy should’ve come down from heaven and slapped you right off that piano for going off like this!! You just sent Whitney HOME!!!