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)

"how do you wanna die?"

a bullet in my head, with a joint my hand and a girl in another.

peak life

you beauty.

these mfs be crying for real friends and then laugh at them good ones w da snakes, smh.

lowkey wanna shoot my head