Will you remember?
Will I?
I was gonna write more but Labrinth rips too hard so now I just wanna 🌬️ and bop.
Because I can't stop sweating funny thoughts
I just didn't know how much practice I got being sad for 20 years straight... No wonder I find myself funny you fuckin loser
You had no one else to compare to do it's not technically your fault.
But hey look on the bright side! You ended up on
On no longer knocking, because we think we speak:
Different languages
slightly fluent in each others
but the vibe remains the same same (but different)
And I know that as soon as that bass drops, we both:
And thank you to all the other আপাক্স out there!
Frozen dumb enough to stick my head in the oven when I felt like it was the right thing to do, and now I get to reward you with my idea of a good time.
I don't have the time to Google it for you, but I believe in you kid. You have what it takes, you just have to believe in yourself.
Thanks my brother for sharing something. I would have never come across because I don't read shit like the rolling Stone anymore, but sometimes they finally decide to feature someone no matter if on the cover or in a bylog that makes me scream loudly. Because to me and my world and my view in my experiences and the only world I know where I know I always try to tread lightly and sometimes I step on a few caterpillars but that's not because I hate them because they're kind of grossing with Wrigley and spiky sometimes.
I don't understand why people can believe that I can hit two deer by accident and almost God knows what could have happened to Vic and myself, and that I spent my entire night crying for it. Not because I got caught, because I call the police because I knew I had no other choice. And Vick and I were terrified the entire time because we were in upstate New York at 10:00 p.m. in the middle of nowhere on the side of a field.
This is America, can't catch me slipping up. I've been called out for being born in Saudi Arabia, I didn't know I had a choice in that matter. Sometimes because I thought if I had a choice I wouldn't be here at all, so you were probably right to question me about that to begin with. How fucking dare you? I was 14 years old traveling alone on a Greyhound bus for 4-9 hours by myself just so I could visit my sister who meant everything to me. We couldn't live together because our pads have to cross differently because we didn't have all the options that so many people do. But we still loved our lives, and we still love it. Now. She is still my best friend and my second mother, and probably the closest person to me other than Domino's. And Vick obviously, but if you have a sister or have some sort of a bond with anyone with any sort of feminine energy in your life, you know what that maternal nurture instinct can do to you when it's not kicking out of the house for being different.
On exit wounds
Thanks for always taking care of me by your method of I.C.U.
You looked me over and made me better and checked me out and send me on my way, and I lost my way. But then I found my way back to you, and for now that's everything.
her consciousness consciously (daaaayyum!) you don't get it because it's not for you 🌚🌝 maybe yet, maybe never #ilovemyselftoday #notlikeyesterday #butevery1swelcome, FATE: Unfiltered and unedited like VPR Reunions on Peacock #you know what you signed up for "no bullies allowed"
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