I fall for the people who fall for me. And that’s all good and everything but I think that is why I fall too.. I fall because they can do something I can’t; love myself.
In the end, Sevenreasons
the coldest. could take yo girl no problem.
can we take a moment to appreciate the fact he sang this laying down on the couch like a tru playa
people that don’t put cases on their iPhones have the kind of confidence that I need
It’s so hard to unlearn you.
Future mommy goals
Can we acknowledge that little black girl’s flawless entry. There was no hesitation in her step. She is the rhythm
^^^^ Flawless. You ain’t eem know she was jumpin in til she did it.
Me & my future baby at the function.
someone give me a kid !
That entry really was flawless, I thought yall was bullshittin
When yo momma song come on and you know her steps cause always killing shit at the house
I had my heart
and didn’t notice
it was gone
until I went to love again.
your face on every
person I tried to love.
There is only
to letting go.
The past never haunts you
it just never flees
when you decide to haunt it.
He opened his eyes to see darkness and
a thick cloud of smoke that filled the room.
It had the scent of her smelling perfume
and as inciting as it was,
he couldn’t understand what was going on.
He couldn’t fathom the matter that hovered above his eyes
as he was blind, designed not to see what stood in front of him.
He had always saw the signs that suggested the inevitable,
skeptical to say the least,
you couldn’t believe everything that you see.
You see, he saw no longer;
blinded by the blanked of lies he told himself,
that it is OK and he’ll still love her anyway and that
no matter what she does his love for her will not go away.
She is his queen and he is her king and
together they’ll make things works no matter the circumstances.
He believed that,
she was the perfect romance
and their love was enough to share with the masses.
he forgot his glasses because,
what he thought he saw
was never really there,
and the truth is,
she was never really in love at all.
She just enjoyed the attention.
He would do things in vein for her for an exchange of her,
She was his presents,
she was his everything until finally,
he opened his eyes.
In a new project called “OMG, Who Stole My Ads?” French street artist Etienne Lavie makes it his mission to transform the ad space in Paris into an outdoor art gallery. He has been travelling around the city, snatching up posters and billboards, and replacing them with fine specimens of French art from an earlier era. If our senses have over-developed to the point where we need to be visually stimulated at all times outdoors, just to keep up continuity, then we might as well at least occasionally glimpse something that moves us—something we might elect to look at voluntarily. Lavie’s project gives that gift to a lucky subset of Parisian commuters.