yeah, thanks for destroying my favourite spots.

i don't run from my demons, i name them.

‌𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉.

funny how i can jus swim thru this channel and stop from committing another mistake.

she’s got eyes like a love spell & a mouth made for witchcraft

Born to experience deep affection. Forced to master the art of letting go.

only good thing about mondays.

the hoes are scornful today.

in dire need of my Hazel Grace.

everyone wants to know 'how' the universe started, i wanna know the 'why'

lives like he has nine lives,
knows he has just one.

careful, paper boy,
don't fly too close too the sun.

- probably what she says everyday.

i was barely seventeen, with a pocket full of dope.

i envy those who get poetries written for them. like "bitch, you're immortalized now, be grateful" envy.

yeah, it be like that sometimes. otherwise i love y'all portraits ;)

flashbacks so clear like it was an hour ago.

Bumblebee is literally me.

canine so sharp could cut thru your skin and flesh

and you know the bitch bad, if i brought the bitch back.

i'll whistle and she'll come running to me.
(pressure cooker rizz)