type of song, for those type of nights.
type of song, for those type of nights.
“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.”
-William S. Burroughs
(via missee)
i keep a picture of my hero in my wallet. i love you grandpa.
And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
(Source: dinhtheresa, via missee)
I notice everything.
one of my favorite artists, David Choe.
i’ve traveled and experience different cultures for the past couple of months, but i’m ready to go back to reality and do work. i had enough time to clear my mind and get away from it all. i had enough time to realize what i want to do in life. made my decision, i’m coming back home. starting another new chapter in life.
decisions.
i’ve been through tough friendships. i’ve had a fucked up dating life in the PAST. i’ve gotten hurt way too many times. i don’t trust people easily, but when i do i trust them too much…once you lose that from me i will drop you. i respect people who deserves the respect. i worry too much. i over think too much. i have a short fuse and a high temper. i dream too big. i care too much. i can be a complicated person, i know, but that’s the truth.
truth.
take me back to the homeland please.
it’s weird to think we were homies before…but i’m glad he’s more than a homie..he’s the greatest best friend and boyfriend a girl could ever have. thru the bullshit and good times “we gon’ to be fine like wine, i never put another over mine”