I dont understand why elders think its unclassy. Its art in its own way. Its a new era and they need to let loose. There were slaves back then, there aint slaves now. They didn’t like self expression back then - well we like that shit now. Just because kids have piercings and tattoos don’t mean they’re any less of a person! We just have our own swag going on… times are different now so get over it.
& you will.. Not like it.
“hi babe! i jst wanted to tell you that i love you and im here if you wna vent. i promise to jst listen and look into your mezmorizing eyes(: haha”
OMG, my not so bright star still shines so bright in my heart:) corny shit hahaha. js hadda post this cus i love when people say stuff like this ta me:)
“ouu mama, you aint changed one bit!”
haha, i love my ride or die. cus we riiiiiide til the fucken wheels fall off, then continue ridin!
i seriously hate when people base everything on my tweets,blog posts,and away messages,etc. seriously? especially when you don’t even follow me or even have a tumblr/twitter? GTFOH with that shit.
tooo true. i can think of at least one girl who does this.. you arrrready know! haha
OUU! I KNOW WSUP! YA’LL KNOW WSUP WITH THAT SHIT. hahahaha
Cheesy , but cute !
You look amazing when you’re happy, but it is also when you’re the most distressed that I find you most intriguing. Its that daze you fall into when your eyes subconsciously focuses on one particular spot. And I can’t seem to pin point what it is you are gazing at. The way your lips don’t say a word, but your head screams all the thoughts you‘re too disheartened to utter. And sometimes, I swear I can almost hear it. Every muscle in my body tells me that empty spot next to you is where I belong. But I cannot be near you when your request to be left alone. So I analyze you from afar. And as my chin rest itself on my hand, I begin to feel frustrated with myself because I can’t seem to read you like a book. All I can do is wait until you trust me enough to tell me your story.
How much I’ve been through. Seen, what I’ve seen. Done, what I’ve done. Cried, the tears I’ve cried. Hurt, they way I’ve hurt. Maybe you’d realize you’re not the only one living life, you’re not the only one going through struggles. Everyone is fighting their own battle. We’re all fighting to be happy.