March 2010
If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you...
thiselephant:
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol. Niggas tryna make sure my caskets closed.
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Actually,
I appreciate the intensity and fervor of Quantitative pseudoscience. But really, once we start attempting to merge “god” and “religion” with science, I start having breathing difficulties. I have not decided whether I am a ‘believer’ as of yet. I still have many doubts and many different frustrations with many of the contradictory dichotomies that come along...
There are girls. There are the girls who love other girls before they love themselves. Do you see the irony? Does it sound good?
autobiographical, erotic non-fiction.: written... →
when i was smaller, we were bandits. i’d flutter kick from the shopping cart while she plucked grapes from the plastic and popped them in my mouth.
we would laugh so loud the grocery would announce a cleanup in the produce aisle.
i remember when she cut my hair with kitchen scissors how she…
This woman, Megan Falley, is one of the best writers I’ve ever met.
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{This is the song I listened to when writing the...
Haiku
jamesmerenda:
Cloud says to Ocean “Tell me everything you fear.” Then he starts raining.
This is why I love you Merenda.
freshmenfriday:
R.I.P CHRISTOPHER WALLACE <3 xxxxxoxoxoooooooxxxxxxxxooooxoo
watercolor radio: Brother →
brianomnidillon:
Brother
I first sensed something wrong When my brother told me He could see my past lives lined up Behind my eyes like gravestones. How I’d look with no skin. How I should turn that damn klaxon off It’s wailing like a junk sick baby, It’s driving him nuts. He can’t concentrate to fit The memory fireflies Through the tube to the past. We were strange kids, Given to creating...
loose Rap
Subway Cars
Random Guy says to me: Shorty...!
I say to Ashley: Is that my name?
Ashley says to me: Nah. Hell no.
I say to Ashley: Yea. I'm also not like 5' 1'.
What a Groove.
Me: Is it horrible that I want to hate her guts?
Maya: No. I'm proud of you. Because if you were any more like me, your sister, then she wouldn't be breathing.
Me: Is that what happened to that last girl?
Maya: We don't speak on those.
