“You can’t put a time on love are you stupid? I fell in it, got the bruises from cupid to prove it. I thought I been through it, chopped up, at one point I said screw it. Took bites so big my mouth couldn’t chew it. You got pride? I could teach you how to lose it. You lost your mind every single time the mood hit. Erased my thought on love from the second that I drew it, but you gave me a piece of paper and gave me a new reason to re-do it. And no matter what angle you view it, we fell harder and you knew it. And when the bitches act all stupid, I promise you they’re all muted.”

and its only you.

less of that, more of this.

stress less, breathe more

want less, need more

spend less, receive more

surf less, read more

keep less, write more

hurt less, fight more

wrong less, right more

darken less, light more

take less, give more

complain less, live more

give up less, tug more

and in light of it all,

love more.

(it felt good to write something. anything.)

tru dat

there's no one i'd rather argue over the dumbest shit with... and no one else i'd want to fall asleep with every night. not even myself (ha). i may have just fell completely head over heels for you again.

why do i love you so much? because when we finally figured our shit out, i just knew. i knew we were ready. i knew i was going to love each and every thing about you, and i knew that you would walk thru the fire with me. you were so good to me - and you are always ready to be good to me. not a lot of people have that... and the craziest part is, we're only getting started.

"you know we're getting married right?"

 i'm on cloud 9.

master cleanse

quick updates: new job at a barbershop which means no bitches to deal with = luv, summer means a massive mosquito population (please go die or get eaten by a dragonfly or something and get out of my life), a pimple (an "island" my sister calls it), and family/friends/love = the usual.
oh, and looking for a car = impossible... probably the source of the pimple.


onward: i'll make this short and sweet: IF you only find out things about my life by reading my tweets/fb updates rather than validating our friendship via inbox/text/phone call/hanging out (even a wall post would suffice), you are not a real friend - in most cases. so if you run into me and think you know shit about me by referring to something you saw on the internet, i'm going to assume that most of the time, you are a creep with a lot of time on their hands but not enough brain to come through. i don't do half ass friends nor do i care for people who front like they care but are just nosy as fuck. facebook and twitter are simply networks. if you think that makes us friends, you need life work. GOOD BYE.

ps. also if you think we're homies but you don't have my number, the same one i have had for 7 years, you can go waste someone else's time, thank you.

mondays

i will be by your side/there is a light, that shines/special for you, and me

selfmade

but a woman worth some anger is certainly worth some effort