I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it till its done
And I don’t really give a f-ck, and my excuse is that I’m young
And I’m only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya
I’m on one
— Drake (via dollarsmakesense)
— Drake (via dollarsmakesense)
— Marcel Pagnol (via jgoodlife)
So i decided to come back to the twitter world! @AshleyDCXxo follow me & i’ll Follow you.
love always
Ashley De Carvalho
There is a little red spot left in my heart. Pain i’ve experienced enough and the thought of admitting to insanity is insane. What is love really? The word has only left me with tears and pieces missing from this cold and black heart of mine. To have a courtship last so long but to then thrown away so easily and so quickly. It just doesn’t make sense to me. It has happened one to many times its gotten to the point my heart will care to an extent for another. Lied to many times to the point I can lie to another. Smile to another, without any true meaning. Tell them I love them and never mean it! The acts that were done to me, I now do to others. I’ve become my worst enemy. I listen to my names “bitch”, “heartbreaker”, “whore” I smile. The thought of it never being me again warms me up inside. Do i feel cruel? Yea. But it doesn’t bother me, why? It happened to me one to many times and NEVER again. (she actually raised her voice every time she said never) Who ever said women are not capable of thinking like a man have never met me. Trust me. I can kiss with my eyes closed and feel nothing, not even a single butterfly. I can fuck and not get attached. I can keep the same man around for 6 months and not feel a damn thing. Heres the reason why. My heart is like a pair of lungs that belong to a smoker of 40 years. With just a tiny little bit of red left. I’ve created a sheild over my heart and emotions. But i will admit there is a little red left on this black heart of mine and the minute I feel it growing…guess what i do? I JET!
I got this story from a co-worker of mine I listen to all her stories and how she really feels. Ive decided to write this pretending to be her, ive gotten to know her very well to the point when she tells me a story and her actions i know her reasoning. This is not written in her words but with the thought of everything she has told me. Do any other females feel this way? This shit shocks me.
AshleyDC xoxo
I havent posted in a while…Sometimes its good to take a break from things in order to realize how much you really do love it. That goes for both something or someone. For the last couple months i’ve had a lot of time to myself to discover who I really am and what I really deserve. Sometimes people get so caught up with themselves they tend to live this “fake it to make it” lifestyle that will literally only get you so far. I would much rather be hated for the person I am then to be loved for who I am not. There is “no future in frontin’!” People love to call me a bitch thinking it will hurt my feelings but it actually just makes me smile. I will not sugar coat to save someones feelings nor will I sit here and live a lie. The truth hurts baybay! Been there done that typa thing! ya know what I mean? Its the best feeling to know that your being real at all time..NO BAGGAGE! Not to say that people have not said their share of lies to cover up tracks as innocent and some people would like to act…THEY HAVE DONE IT! It’s whether you continue doing it or not!
Unlike some of the population i will continue to live my bs free life…who’s with me?
AshleyDCxoxo
Baby this love is a sure thing…..