“If you’re dating a writer and they don’t write about you — whether it’s good or bad — then they don’t love you. They just don’t. Writers fall in love with the people we find inspiring.”—Jamie Anne Royce (via shawntelllive)
Sometimes I wish I didn’t give a fuck. Why? If I didn’t, I wouldn’t hesitate to approach you when I first laid eyes upon you and suddenly wanted to do the same with my extension. I wouldn’t freeze in my tracks and allow assumptions to yank me from something presumably extraordinary. There was something refreshing about your presence- from the way your dark, curly hair flowed over your shoulders like a shawl to the way you floated across the produce aisle as if your feet never touched the floor. What sealed it was the lipstick. The timeless, bold red gripped my attentiveness. You signified sexy and exuded self-assurance. If I didn’t give a fuck, I wouldn’t second guess myself and decide against an advance just because I wore pajama pants to Whole Foods. I mean, I just came up here to grab some trash bags- then I remembered I had no English muffins and the bread aisle is beside produce, so here we are. If I didn’t give a fuck, I would stand up straight to ensure my dick print was enunciated and walk right up to you as you sorted through the avocados. I’d inquire, “How do you know when you’ve found the right one?” “The right what?” Your perplexed smile wouldn’t deter me if I didn’t give a fuck. “The right avocado.”
Miloh Smith - Real Thing (prod. wavy wallace) *unreleased download Pulp Fiction
but you only call me when you want a 2 o’clock in the mornin. sayin come and talk to me, bring it to me, lemme smoke it. can you roll it? ain’t put nothin on it. you a fool. thinkin that them bad bitches gon’ be this good to youu.
Heard this at Corey’s for the first time… Glad to hear it again
“You can have many great ideas in your head, but what makes the difference is the action. Without action upon an idea, there will be no manifestation, no results, and no reward”—― Miguel Ruiz (via psych-quotes)
“When nobody else celebrates you, learn to celebrate yourself. When nobody else compliments you, then compliment yourself. It’s not up to other people to keep you encouraged. It’s up to you. Encouragement should come from the inside.”—Joel Osteen (via qoldlush)
It wasn’t supposed to happen. However, what ever is? They weren’t supposed to enjoy street side gourmet hot dogs, washed down with freshly squeezed peach lemonade underneath the city’s latest tourist attraction. They weren’t supposed to stumble upon a playground en route to the car, and actually take the time to enjoy a moment on tire swings and slides. He wasn’t supposed to forget his phone charger when he left her loft. However, he did. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to pick up the phone and invite him back in. However, she will.
Nothing last forever, but forever. Just earlier that morning we were discussing furnishing our apartment, and bantering about the location. “Well, if you get accepted into Clark it would only make sense to live somewhere on the West End. If not, maybe we can stay in Dunwoody. It’s fairly nice and not too far from the city.” She was adamant about bringing her puppy- an overweight purebred bulldog who was way too old to still be deemed a puppy, yet way too cute to deny. I could I ever say “no” to my girl’s cappuccino brown bedroom eyes and facial craters.
Got stood up, low key. But also made $260. I’ll focus on the latter. You lose some, you win more. Control the controllable. Worrying about things you can’t change is a waste. Utilize that time and energy for something constructively conducive to becoming your higher you. Bless.
So…as I ate a piece of fried chicken, something told me to just…stop…and think about what I was doing. I think it was God, to be honest.<img></img> So, I thought…and was disgusted. I currently had a piece of the fried chicken in my mouth, however as I chewed away..it wouldn’t break down. I spit it out. Every day we consume all of this food that our society deems “good for you”, but it’s not “good” at all. Like…think about what you’re doing when you eat a piece of fried chicken..