Actual Advice Mallard.
Bad news for the guy with the forearm fetish.
i swear to god ima put these niggas away fo life
Draw me like one of your French girls
you go to bed at
three in the morning
and wake up in the late afternoon.
outside your window,
people are beginning their days
as you lie on your bed
and sigh so many times
you eventually exhale all of yourself.
for a second you taste the
possibility of finally disappearing,
but then you inhale sharply,
breathe yourself in and return,
only to ask yourself:
now what did i do that for?
(Source: etiopy, via sadgsm)
I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.