Things used to be. Now they’re not. Anything but us is who we are. Disguising ourselves as secret lovers, we’ve become public enemies. We walk away like strangers in the street. Gone for eternity, we erase one another. No phone calls. No sweet text messages. We are mere specs of particles,…
This it the poet that wrote that poem that Kanye read in Blame Game
Feeling good about my body today.
Idk how I feel about people who spell words with an “s” when there should be a “z” there
I cannot help but tear up when Lori dies during child birth
any girl that needs reassurance 24/7 is a bad religion and you needa leave that alone