fly nigga with a mean strut, five bitches on the link up, two stepping nigga drink up, dance with me if you can keep up

fuck what's in your phone

Don't treat me like I'm special, I wouldn't know what to do with it.

"I can hold my liquor, but..."

Momma said...

There’s a sort of sanity that focuses on the wrong things. I’m now focusing on the science that in order to build spaceships one must study fish, rather than on the notion that my intellectual addictions also stem from a deep loneliness—from my failure to connect with you outside of briefly. I’m digging new holes to avoid the old ones. LOL I’m digging new holes inside of the old ones. I’m now bringing this literal conflagration unbearably close and focusing on hot wax dripping on the web of my dominant hand, rather than on how I bring it close to alleviate the more unbearable pain of such far-seeing in darkness.…

memories keep playing back all the nights we used to love

only those who have never experienced love are free from anger