drop the roof and let the smoke clear
I got diamonds doing toosie slides in both ears
drop the roof and let the smoke clear
I got diamonds doing toosie slides in both ears
Mean you end up anywhere. Even chartered boats for birthdays
I hate how depression makes you hate yourself
I hate how depression makes you not want to do anything
You lay there entering the void, mind making inventory of all the things you should be doing
And yet your body refuses to do any of those
It makes you recollect on all the previous moments when you were in a better place
Wondering what happened and when you’ll get back to “normal”
Whatever that even means.
To wipe your eyeliner off
You get the ‘wya?’ texts
“You won’t know it fits without trying it on”
Global pandemic breeds innovation
Envisionary shit
We say family
Research
As women we’re supposed to feel the most threatened on a day to day basis, on paper.
But I don’t know any women who are pro gun enthusiast as men.
We walk down our alleys and parking garages on a wing and a prayer with our pepper spray just fine.
And yet, it’s the men that want these rifles under their pillow and in their glove compartments.
Which further proves the theory that women again are stronger than ‘they’ want us to believe
Of a high school reunion
Quarantine style