I Hope This Means A Lot To You: I still remember the first time we saw each other face to face.

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It’s like it was just today. I was making dinner. Mom and my little brother had gone to go see my new-born nephew, while I stayed and babysat my younger sister. You arrived as I was pre-heating the oven. My sister was upstairs and my mother and my brother hadn’t made it home, yet. So, I finished…

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Posted 4 months ago on Tuesday 31 January 2012 with 4 notes .
yoursevendeadlysins: Nicholas and I. :3 <3 (Taken with instagram) I love her kisses :3
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Posted 4 months ago on Tuesday 31 January 2012 with 2 notes .
Let me tell you about Sylvanna.

My lover Sylvanna is the greatest thing to ever happen to me, without a doubt in my tiny  mind. She is so good to me. Treats me with respect. Cheers me up when I thought I was way past the point of being cheered up. She finds new ways to amaze me every day. I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world. I love her with my entire heart. Not to sound sappy, but that’s just the truth of the matter. I want marry her. Have beautiful children with her. Watch them grow up and watch us grow old together. We have that kind of love that people would kill for. That classic love story kind of love. She’s mine and I’m hers,  and there’s nothing that’s going to stop that.

Sylvanna, I know you will read this so, I love you my Sylly wabbit.

I love you my Vannybear.

I love you my lover. 

May we never part till we take our last breath. 

I love you.


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yoursevendeadlysins: AM I STILL CUTE?! Yes, you are still cute my adorable girlie.
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I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation. Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition. In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children. It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone. As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “For Whites Only”. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream. I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.” I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.” And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring. And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”
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“Sylvanna and I, The Star Crossed Lovers” So I suppose I should shed some light on how Sylvanna and myself got together. It may sound identical to her story but I’ve always found stories are more interesting when you’ve heard it from two different point of views.  Before I proceed to 2010, let me just make it clear that 2009 was not one of the best years of my life. I had multiple failing relationships, (most of which were my fault for not thinking them through; one lesson I like to preach is that you should really really really think about a relationship before you go headfirst into it) my social life was pronounced dead at the scene, and mostly I was trying to find ways to keep me from going insane anymore. So with the new year on the horizon, I crossed my fingers and made a silly New Year’s resolution like the rest of the world: To make a relationship last with someone and make it mean something. I am, by all means, a hopeless romantic. I live for love. I breathe love. If you were to cut my throat and watch me bleed out (not a great image but bare with me) many bloody hearts would come gushing like a waterfall. Sickening metaphors aside, I’m a pretty easy person to read. So yeah…the resolution. I’ll be the first one to say I never gave a damn about New Year’s resolutions, but  I was hellbent on this one. On to 2010, after adding two more failed relationships to the “list”, I met Sylvanna through a mutual friend on Facebook. With all honesty, at first I thought she was weird. Not that “oh god what a freak!” kind of weird, that cute, likable kind of weird. Being a quirky fellow myself, I quickly took a liking to her. I didn’t really think about it at the time, but I don’t think I’ve ever found myself attracted to someone so soon. We ranted on and on about our favorite music artists and the things we liked, things we hated, etc. Within days I requested that she be my girlfriend, and to my surprise she didn’t decline. About a week later, I came over to her house for the first and last time. I bought her a Hershey’s Kiss previously (a rather large one, this was around Valentine’s Day) and she proceeded to enjoy it for several days, which I proceeded to smile about. Something about being there, about just being in her presence, being within arms length of her, felt so right. All in all, for a first date it was pretty great.  About a week or so later, Sylvanna broke up with me. I can’t say I didn’t see it coming, being as my previous relationships ended horribly. Still, nothing is worse than that “she just broke up with me” feeling. Luckily we ended on a good note and stayed friends. We kept talking as I went through the months, a few relationships here and there, nothing really special. In July of 2010, we got back together just to see it end again soon after. We still stayed in touch, even after she moved away. I’m going to skip about a year ahead because that’s where the most important part of our story is.  My mother passed away on the 20th of October, 2011. She was my best friend and probably the most influential person to me in my life. The funeral was set for the 25th, and Sylvanna had just happened to be in town that day. She wanted to be there for me, and I more than obliged her to come. The day before the funeral, she came over to my place and met my family for the first time. We finally had our first kiss. I think that was the moment where I was sure this was the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. My mother’s funeral was the hardest day of my life, and Sylvanna was right there, holding my hand through it all. I can’t even begin to explain how much that meant to me. Needless to say we’re back together and not giving up on each other.  I think that’s about it, there could be a lot of details I’m missing but that’s the general gist of it all. I am in love with her. I believe I have been since day one. I never believed in soul mates until I met her. Now my feet are on the ground and my heart’s in the clouds. That’s our little love story for now, I’m sure there are many more chapters to come. I love you, Sylvanna. 
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Posted 5 months ago on Friday 23 December 2011 .