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We miss you, Chadwick. 💜

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Fangs.

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The Black Panther lives. 🐆🖤

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Hometown hero arrives in Guyana! 🇬🇾

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Yeah.

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Her “anti-gay” reaction to the TikToks ❤️

Go follow her @letitiawright2 on TikTok. 🤪

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Ayyeee 😏🤩💫

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Mother and daughter getting active !!!💜

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When I stepped into the fire, my own people thought I was mad. But when the fire burnt out, I was unhurt: the Mother of Dragons. Do you understand? I’m no ordinary woman. My dreams come true.

DAENERYS TARGARYEN IN GAME OF THRONES: SEASON TWO (2012)

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Bitch I think she’s dropping hints.

But also Damson x Letitia.

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“Everything’s gonna be all right.”

LETITIA WRIGHT returns as SHURI

BLACK PANTHER WAKANDA FOREVER, 2022, dir. Ryan Coogler

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She’s a beauty. Very special, really and truly. 💕

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"In this great future, you can't forget your past."

BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER, 2022, dir. Ryan Coogler

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Letitia Wright and Tamara Lawrance as June and Jennifer Gibbons

The Silent Twins, 2022, dir. Agnieszka Smoczynska

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I just want someone to be on my side.

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Life is trying to wear me thin.

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If you ever ask me how I feel about you

I’d say it’s a loaded question

Do I tell you the truth or do I minimize it?

Truth means saying I miss you all the time but why? How?

Have I gotten so used to your presence on a daily that I’ve quickly grown to expect it and my day feels off without it? That I feel off without it?

I’m in my head, a mix of thoughts about what could it all mean and what it is you will tell me

My friends warned me about falling too hard too fast.

Maybe that past situation was a horrible example of how this thing should go —those declarations of feelings, and thoughts, came too soon and end just as quickly…like a car crash. That’s not an example I should look to or even follow. It’s like all I know is intensity.

Intensity doesn’t work here, not in this circumstance. When you’re not even in the same country as a me, when our lives are so different. When our messages are spread out through the day in bursts..maybe. When I feel like I can’t be open about how I feel, when I keep it locked away. Because aside from all this I’m telling you, what future could we have if you felt the same? Aren’t we destined for failure anyway? Might as well start to fall apart now.

I was spoiled in those early days, thinking the constant communication was the norm. It was so easy to get swept up in it. You went from a distant fantasy to my reality. From ponytail bae to a part of my not so hoe-tation. Somehow, you’re in first place, a man I’ve never met, but shared space with, once unknown to both of us at the time.

But you do what you do and it takes your time. And I’m left waiting, wondering…what does it mean? Should it mean anything? Maybe nothing? Maybe it never did.

I look at your stories, the algorithm got me fucked up so yours is the first I see. A selfie. A video in the studio…it’s cute, you are, but then why does my message go unanswered, unread? I feel nauseous.

Why? You’re not my man? A friend? More than that? But barely. I don’t know.

I ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach that tells me you don’t care, that I’m not a must, more of a when you feel like it…totally your right.

My mind takes a dark turn. That I’m not enough. Pretty enough. Anything enough. How could I expect to keep your attention. I’m nothing special.

My feelings are on me. The way you’ve gone from a cute distraction to a potential future moment in my life scares me. I put you there…my heart did? But why? And why didn’t my brain stop me?

But I’ve never done this before. I don’t know the protocols or how to handle it. So rather than regurgitate my feelings and possibly turn you off, I stay quiet. I watch the stories, send a reaction sometimes thinking it might make you remember me. You see them, but silence.

I post my own stories. Motivational quotes, funny memes, songs I like. Pictures of me every now and then. Showing I’m good. Busy. Positive. Happy? Songs that make me think of you. You watch them. So I wonder again, what does it all mean?

I turn the phone over. Turn off the lights. Breathe. Try to sleep or at least get you out of my head. But a big part of me longs for the phone to buzz and it be you.

The last day, I’ve slept in the twilight. Wondering and waiting for a buzz that I fear will never come.

If there’s nothing between us, save me from the wondering and just let me know. But then I think of things you’ve said to me, how you want to see my smile, how you missed me too, and that I’d be safe from them mongrels if they knew I was with you.

Yesterday, you noticed I changed my nail polish.

Can a person care and not care at the same time? Can a person notice and not notice at the same time?

If you ever ask me how I feel about you, I’d say none of this. I can’t let you know how easy I am. How easy it is for you to take my heart and run away with it? What’s it been? 10,11,12 days? What the hell?

I’ve got a hard exterior with other guys, but I want to tell you everything, but more than that, I want you to tell me everything you’re thinking about me. But maybe there’s nothing to tell. Maybe you’re super realistic about this and you’ve got your own motives…boredom, maybe easy sex since you brought up us meeting up here.

Maybe if you never said that, never asked me when I wanted you to come see me, I would keep you in the distraction box, but you’re so much more now. I daydream of you, of us.

If you asked, I’d just tell you I like you, a lot.