April 2012
53 posts
thank god the weekend’s here
seriously on my nighttime flow. talkin like the walls of my mind are shadowed with sex motifs and romantic interludes not suitable for daylight. shit’s crazy, and i know they say things gets worse before they get better. bout to take a shot for the dark, midnight hour type shit
don’t sleep. dream, but don’t sleep. you feel me?
Will.i.am/ T.H.E (The Hardest Ever)
i need to take my cousin to new york one of these days. so much out there for her to see
so ready for school to be over. thank you based god
i’m smoother than unicorn silk
i don’t brag or talk about being a stoner which is why i wrote this whole post about how much i like to smoke weed and everyone will like it cause they can relate~
today i realized what my dream meant
i think i’m gonna make a vesper martini on friday night
seems like the girls i desire the most don’t seem to find value in me. how strange
you see it’s really just a dream baby. aint nuthin special girl, illusions come all day baby
Fat Joe Ft. Chris Brown/ Another Round
you have me feeling ways i’ve never felt before
work has a nigga hustlin’
please someone get me a mariachi band so i can get this shit started
working at zara has become a form of escape from everything, while at the same time being sort of close to something
damn, my mother just asked me if i am sad. she knows me too well, but i never show my hand. so i guess we will never find out
i’m a level 10 bad bitch. don’t fuck with me
it happened again. always seem to find flaws in the women i desire
Slave/ I’ll Be Gone
i’m down with any chick that’s sippin’ on that lean
something’s in life sound like they would make sense in the real world, but life isn’t logical
a lot of people think that they aren’t worth a good life. that’s sad
i was high as fuck in class today
first day at zara was off the chain
i honestly can’t wait until i meet a woman who inspires me to write some new music. a lovely muse for all of my creative desires, from the lips to navel
Dwele/ Weekend Love
se voce soubesse
i’m so tempted to show y’all the fader magazine cover i did. but i can’t unfortunately
nothing about anyone is exclusive. priorities, traits, tastes. all influenced. niggas spend a lot of time trying to conceal that. i’m not saying the answer lies in an individual listing all of their unintentional muses. dumb. i’m simply stating the obvious. you shouldn’t have to convince yourself of pointless ideas. chill.
i have stories for days, most of which is lost in the cavern’s of time long forgotten. random memories pop up here and there
i used to fuck with this girl from detroit, her name was jade. she was one beautiful tragedy. so one night, i’m in her dorm room and we are drinking vodka and the next thing i know memory blacks out, and i wake up next to her in bed at 5pm. still to this day i don’t know if we had sex or not
