PEACE. Love, Harmony.

This is Bonnie. She’s a sneaker head. Mine & @Reverah’s baby, and Bolts stunt double.

Anonymous asked: What was the first time you and Austin made love like? How'd it happen?

After leaving a kickback, he and I drove to Ranch Hills Elementary School to just converse and hang out, nothing sexual planned ahead of us. He pushed me on the swings and chased me around the park. I remember exactly what I was wearing, how cold it was, and how appetizing his conversation was. We walked around the school pretending we were boyfriend and girlfriend as fifth graders, hand in hand, Lauryn Hill Pandora station leaking out of his pocket from his phone, walking me class to class showing me every class he used to attend. I had forgotten what it was like to have butterflies that only appear during your prepubescent stages of swearing you know what love is, but I got them and the feeling wouldn’t cease. After “school” was over, we snuggled up on the sidewalk of that culdesac and just kept the conversation going effortlessly through 3:00AM. We had the best philematology chemistry right off the bat and I am a firm believer that a kiss can tell you everything. Conversation seeped into 5:00AM. The only thing ending this perfect night was the fact that I had to drive home an hour and a half away. I drove back home into the sunrise and couldn’t get him, nor my obsessive longings to see him, off of my mind. So we made a plan to see each other on Monday. Two of the longest days of my life passed and he drove all the way out to Barstow to see me and spend the night with me at my apartment. We implanted our ass marks on the couch with how long we sat there just going back and forth talking about everything and nothing, watching kung fu movies for his interest and he met me halfway watching Disney movies as well. I went in the kitchen and cooked an Italian sausage, onion, and bell pepper sandwich on sourdough bread, garlic, olive oil, and lemon steamed cauliflower, and broccoli cheddar rice. I distinctly remember a conversation we had in the middle of my kitchen where we were apprehensive to admit that we were both falling in love with one another, but we let each other know that this, whatever “this” was, had potential to be our last relationships. We confirmed those hidden feelings later on in the relationship. Though we were both nervous, I invited him into my bed to cuddle even though we both knew that we were both dying to release our internal intensities for each other. He was laying to my left, the side closest to the door so he can protect the princess. We started talking about our sexual track records and I’m glad he wasn’t judgmental at my “Carfax”. I thank God that I have one of the very few guys in the world with a low count and a big heart. Talking about it secretly made me jealous that I wasn’t his first, but he was going to be my last. He started kissing my cheek, kissing me, kissing my neck… It’s like we’ve been in love for a lifetime, you know? Like- when things are just finally right in your life, that was the satisfying feeling I had. We had Lauryn Hill playing so I knew it was more than just a fuck. I kind of blacked out being drowned in all of my emotions, love, sweat, and shortness of breath and I just remember things going so slow and slower and slower, but fast enough to make me cum.. twice. I woke up from this perfect first time to him laying on top of me with his head on my chest saying “Thank you for letting me in you,” like the gentleman he is. I love him so much.

Austin and I recently bought a dog (an all white Pembroke Welsh Corgi) and we are picking her up tomorrow at 3:30. We are taking more steps forward in our relationship so I want to personally thank you for asking me this question and bringing me back to the beginning where love first grew.

Thanksgiving with Austin’s family that I love! kickin it with Buddy who needs botox.

Anonymous asked: omg, you and your bf have only been together for 3 months?? lol this whole time you act as if you two have been together for a long time with all your dramatic answers lolllll it all makes sense now since it's obvious you two are still in the puppy love stage. lets see how long this relationship lasts ;)

Here are explications of why you have 0.00% right of passing judgment on me, Austin, or our relationship.

I am notches above the rest-
Now listen here, listen closely- there are countless numbers of situations I have been blessed to suffer from in my lifetime and I have all of the tools to write a best-seller on the brightest and darkest parts of my life. I am not an orthodox girl. I deem contrary to popular belief, I abstain from talking about people, and I make enough money to put your parents’ income to shame; What makes you think YOU have the privilege to talk badly about someone like me? That being said, I have been incapacitated to be in fraternized with “puppy love” since my parents were together. What I have been capacitated to do is to come up from the miry clay of my bleak and serious life and attain maturity, something You might have to google the answer to.  

Austin is notches above the rest- 
Austin isn’t your typical guy. His heart is pure, his count is low. He has attained the mental, emotional, and physical strength of suffering from Crohn’s disease, and a heart strong enough to just might be the first person to beat it. He, too, is mature.

Our relationship is notches above the rest-
We live together for fuck’s sake. We fast forwarded through the pointless puppy love part of the relationship. People in the puppy love stage don’t get to see each other the way we see each other. People in the puppy love stage don’t fart in front of each other, don’t NOT commit PDA, and still have first moment jitters and butterflies. Our relationship works around possessing chemistry even when we fight, having dinner table discussions about things small minds such as yours would never be able to comprehend. We don’t sit at the dinner table, share a straw, hold hands, and talk about marriage and babies. Living together, we are forced to be in situations with each other that your so-called puppy love would be dragging down. We have to cook and pay rent and take flights away from each other. We have to be in situations where we are not boyfriend and girlfriend, but co-workers when we make and create music. We are not in the dating stage where we fight over who takes the bill all cute and shit, we take turns. We don’t sleep on the phone, we sleep on the same bed. We don’t argue over who loves who more, or who hangs up first; as a gentleman, he always waits for me to hang up. We are sincere and mature enough to analyze other couples’ relationships that are breaking down around us to take notes on what to improve in ours. Living together, we get to fully be ourselves, therefore we get to fully be a couple, not a premature goo-goo eyed Facebook relationship. We’re past the cute shit because we’re already on to the realistic shit, and that’s happiness, something you are lacking. 

I would sincerely like to thank you for showing much interest in my life. How else would you know about my aforementioned “dramatic answers” unless you read them seeing as you’re so subconsciously subscribed to everything I have to say? And on top of that, if you don’t enjoy my dramatic answers, what brings you here to my ask box begging for my 2 cents? Myself , you, and others enjoy my “dramatic answers”. How many people come to you for a piece of your mind? How many people give a fuck about any bit of information from your mouth. I’m assuming none because the only thing dripping out of the blow job factory is shit talk as you’ve displayed here.

Anyway, I would also like to sincerely suggest other forms of venting your misery rather than anonymously bashing on people. Perhaps you could go to therapy. Perhaps you can go have kids and make sure that they don’t ever grow up to be like you. Perhaps.

And yes, you are correct. You will “SEE how long this relationship lasts”, not only because it is going to last, but because quite frankly, whether you admit it or not, you pay attention so closely to my life.

Now while you’re sitting there analyzing my life thinking you’re hurting me by anonymously posting this, I am sitting here answering, dying to answer this question not for your better understanding, not to hurt you back, not to justify what I know to be true in my life, polar to what you think it is, but merely because I love talking about why and how much I love Austin.