As my curls grow,
They spiral out of control
My hair falls
and they are no more.
I iron my curls flat
and they burn.
I wash my curled matt
and the split ends wash away.

Spiritual Goddess Estelle
As my curls grow,
They spiral out of control
My hair falls
and they are no more.
I iron my curls flat
and they burn.
I wash my curled matt
and the split ends wash away.

Sometimes, love, when it is true, requires us to be selfless. Love requires us to do what is best for all parties involved.
Don’t let someone prove their loyalty to you by jumping into the fire.

I don’t know if you are even interested in being a bigger person. Maybe, all you want is to be a bitter person. It is not helpful to be bitter. I am not saying, “be sweet” or anything like that. I am asking you to be fair and to think about what is best for everyone. Swallow your pride for once.
Don’t be irrational in how you deal with others.


It’s in the condiments. Another condiment or seasoning salt is the antidote.
It’s well-known branded.

See the moon.

Have a great day that brings you justice.
I love you, chosen ones.

The wheel is spinning, chosen ones.