My fucking hand is killing me
I’m a recluse who fears being alone, yet I prefer solidarity I only truely fear two things my imagination and the thought of being alone I never smoked and don’t ever plan on it yet just about all of my friends have. I can be very direct, but I prefer indirect metaphors and anologies. I can’t stand a women that’s not direct with her feelings. I no longer feel like I can be...
In order to succeed, your desire for success should be greater than your fear of...– Bill Cosby
Television. It kills me that your the only one I know who might have the information I want, but I have to wait till tomorrow. P.S. if it was anyone else, i’d torture them for this info. (Just kidding, [Not Really])
i feel like i swallowed a bunch of caterpillars in cocoons last month. (catch the simile?) its like your in elementrary school and its the last day of school before winter break and you slip her a note saying but now you gotta wait two weeks anxious as shit
My biggest fear was always my imagination, but i feel like a fear is climbing up
What the fuck. in the latest Twilight movie when the wolves changed back they had there clothes on, but in New Moon, when Bella first saw Jacob turn into a wolve all his stuffed ripped. Explanation please!?!?!?!
and another one
im suprised i aint dead yet, all the pills aint fuck up my head yet i remember when all i used to think about was head yup sitting down standing up or in bed yup, but shit yea i’m a fucking nutt, and i got a boney butt some chairs be uncomfortable so i be like what the fuck did i say im a fucking nutt yup nd i got a lil butt excuse my ruse but yup im a lil buzzed last year i made a drink...
I Reminise about the past but would change it for nothing But thats not entirely true so i guess i’m just fronting But now aday’s i’m tryna chill with all the gangsta-like Thug the only shells i got Adidias and i sold my Slugs Never been into dealing drugs or smoking Fugs But i’m into women and all i want is kisses and hugs I’d take it futher but them aids commercials...
a collection of old lyrics & letters (tbc...)
nd no i’m not a playa i just tend to crush alot i have an easy to follow plan or you could say plot i might give you a rose which leads to taking off you clothes or i’ll walk you home nd get all in your dome your friends might say i’m bad news i’ll leave it up for you to choose this is along the lines of craazy shit i spit it is my choice not to finish this shit Now This is...
So I figured out what imma do with my tumblr. I’m going to use it to express my creativeness and inner thoughts that no1 ever ask me about