Diahann Carroll sits for a portrait by French singer Charles Aznavour on the Place Du Tertre in Montmartre, an artist meeting place in Paris on Sept. 13, 1972. They were filming “Cole Porter in Paris,” an NBC special that aired in January 1973. Photo: AP.
i can’t wait for the day that he and i can have our own spot. no alarms. and i can just get up in the morning- kiss his sleepy face and make breakfast… french toast. steak. easy over eggs. smoked sausage. fresh fruit. and juice (coffee for him).
it’s coming one day soon.
i’ve never loved anyone more than you…
cared about more..
laughed with more..
felt a connection with more.. physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, intimately..
believed in more..
blessed to be with more..
lucky to have by my side more..
never loved anyone, more than you…
everyday I am THRILLED knowing that you are mine, and I’m yours.
all this time has passed, and I still ask myself occasionally- is this for real? did God really bless me like this?
everynight I pray and thank God.
when you’re not used to having a good thing, a real thing- it’s a nervous feeling at first. but dammit if I dont love it. dammit if I don’t love you.
I feel like fucking you to this damn song right now
OKAY, SO THIS SHIT GOES SO FUCKING HARD
ugh must fuck to this asap
Jesus. Somebody finally did it.
That amazing feeling.
Of waking up in the middle of the night.
Opening your eyes, and seeing this beautiful person- this person you dream about and are crazy in love with…
Calmly sleeping right beside you.
fall is here.
there should be a delete all posts on facebook for year 2010 and below
Me: Nah, bruh she got a nigga. I can’t fuck with her. I’m not like that.
You not like that … no more?