ONLY DEAD PEOPLE KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN U DIE AND THAT FRUSTRATES ME
shoutout to my mutuals that I don’t really talk to y’all still cool
i think i posted here when my nigga had an argument with his girl and told her don’t ever hmu again and she said cool and three days later this nigga heard no word from her so he was constantly on the phone with me panicking that she moved on and i had to babysit him
anyway she eventually called they got cool again i called him today he said he terminated the relationship cause he ain’t know what she did for three days
niggas is wild
U r beautiful and ur gonna do great today
CANT RISK IT
when i was younger nobody wanted to mess with me and my squad
you ever think about the other sperm you beat out to exist?
the concert pianists?
but you, the tumblr blogger
i can’t even appreciate the beauty of the sunrise after staying up all night because it’s just like. fuck. there it is. there’s the sun. i fucked up. why am i laughing. nothing is funny. the sun is there and it’s harshly reprimanding me for being awake all night. “this is the life you’ve chosen for yourself fucker” it says. i’m not laughing. i’m crying. there’s the fucking sun