lelle: LIWWAF
lelle: makes shit
lelle: interesting
lelle: and happen
lelle: and fear
lelle: sucks
lelle: FUCK FEAR. ):<
lesbie: wiedo
me: *******
me: *****
me: *******
lesbie: LOL
lesbie: WTF
lesbie: WIERDO
me: HAHA
me: I CAN'T BE SOMETHING YOU CAN'T SPELL.
lesbie: I SPELLED IT RIGHT THE SECOND TIME
lesbie: HA
me: DU DU DUUUUU
lesbie: OH SHIT
me: weird*
lesbie: I DIDNT
lesbie: LOLLLLLLLLLLLLL
me: HAHA
me: STUPID
me: DU DU DUUUU
lesbie: I ALWAYS THOGUHT IT WAS
lesbie: WIERD
lesbie: HAHAHAH
lesbie: damn
me: I WOULDNT
me: HAVE
me: ADMITTED
me: THAT
me: HAHAHAHAHA
lesbie: its okay
lesbie: its u
lesbie: you black nigger
lesbie: LOL
me: HAHAHAHAHAH WTF RACIST BITCH
me: im brown
me: HAHAHAHAHAHHA
me: );
lesbie: U NIGGARRRRR
heeellooow!
Y’allz ready know how I keep it struuuuait up G-unit up in huuurz 2 am on a friday during spring break reading mah novels and cheeat.
If I was to end up in hell, it would be for consistently allowing reason to give way to desire.
I woke up with this song in my head I’m so in love with his voice.
You know that feeling you get where you don’t really know a person so you fill in all the blanks with your imagination on a foundation of whatever causes you to be attracted to them, be it their looks voice or ability, creating the perfect person in your point of view? And you leave it there because furthering the relationship destroys this fantasy? And it’s just all butterflies and smiles and chemistry?
I’m obsessed with this feeling.
I really should start focusing on myself.
Bruce Lee
Life is so meh.
Omar Galliani
Charles Bukowski (via joannastarks)
(Source: mindbottle)