Caught Yesus199 & Pete in the middle of a drunk conversation at the studio last night.. Dique “RAW Vanilla Dutch” Lmfao, these nigga crack me up! BICFOREVER.TUMBLR.COM #BITCHESISCRAZY
i tried to dump my boyfriend but he wouldn’t let me… i’d smash a hammer through his skull if i didn’t love him so much.
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to...– Haruki Murakami (via loveyourchaos)
She would say something and then beg forgiveness for its stupidity. I could not bear her humility. I told her: We have both lost ourselves, but that is when one reveals most of one’s true self. You’ve revealed your incredible sensitivities. I am so moved. You are like me, wishing for such perfect moments, and frightened for fear of spoiling them. Neither one of us was prepared for this, and we...
Today I found a scrap of paper where you’d scrawled your name. I hate the...– Charles Jensen (via oofpoetry)
Jay Electronica - Act II: The Patents Of Nobility... →
fkyeahhiphop: 01 Real Magic f. Ronald Reagan 02 New Illuminati f. Kanye West 03 Patents of Nobility 04 Life On Mars f. Erykah Badu 05 Bonnie & Clyde f. Serge Gainsbourg 06 Dinner At Tiffanys (The Shiny Suit Theory) f. Charlotte Gainesbourg, Jay-Z & The-Dream 07 Memories & Merlot 08 Better In Tune With The Infinite f. Latonya Givens 09 A Letter to Fallon 10 Road to Perdition...
everythingendsnothing: People are wilting flower buds. With the right amount of care and affection they may bloom….or not. Ignore their needs and you’ve probably killed a soul. It is up to you. Patience is a virtue some of us lack greatly. Next time you think you’ve had enough, would you want anyone to give up on you too?
Everything ends Nothing: →
everythingendsnothing: How did it feel to be first? To ignite the beginnings of a dormant inferno? That you shook the earth in me? I mean it must’ve felt like a crown bejewelled placed on your temple. Now this is why I can’t forget. Maybe you will never understand until…never. See a piece of me is glued to your fingers, a piece of myself I so desperately sought to give another if and when they...
Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.– Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Poetry as Insurgent Art (via auroses)
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everythingendsnothing: “I stumble over inked syllables to serve to you my heart in the cradle of my palms, so I asked my mother to write this- from me to you, “Your hair is a waterfall carefully splaying over your shoulders in tendrils. I dare not spill a strand out of place. Who birthed you? Was it the hush of stars dotting the night sky? The flowerbud yearning for my touch to...
thedustdancestoo: and i found music in the delicate pulse of your skin.
I remember..as she first kissed me, I wondered how...
rapidrivoltasilenziosa: I’m replaceable. I’m forgettable. Even to me. I fail to recollect who I am on a day to day basis and what I stand for. I suppose it’s time to start living.
I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.– Charles Bukowski (via loveyourchaos)
mariposa-serendipia: I have learned, that you have to wish certain people the best & let them go
She left pieces of her life behind her everywhere she went. It’s easier to feel...– Brian Andreas (via emotional-algebra)
chill the fuck out, it’s just a g-u-n love.
quesadija: Let’s flip a coin. Heads we stay together, tails we flip again.