the thought of selling pussy or mouth crosses my mind everytime i look at my checking account.
|Nicki:||fuck them skinny bitches|
|Me:||YAS! I ain't shit!|
It’s interesting that while my Facebook has been filled with my friends dumping water on their heads for ALS there has been zero posts about Ferguson and Michael Brown. It’s almost like people care about keeping up with the latest trendy activism while slink away from things that don’t make them feel popular or funny or cool. This fake caring for others is such bullshit.
This just became my status.
Then unfriend them…
tell yourself you’re hot. tell yourself you’re amazing. tell yourself you’re untouchably, radiantly attractive. do it every day, even if it feels like you’re lying to yourself. insist to the mirror that you’re the cutest thing its ever reflected. if you do it enough eventually it wont feel like lying anymore, it’ll be automatic, and you’ll recognize yourself as the incredible babe you really are.
There’s too much Life to Live
Too many Places to go
Too much bomb food to eat
Too many Dope people to meet
Too much Art to be made and appreciated…
to be worried bout half the shit yall be crying about on the daily.