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Always there to wake me up from my own stupidity
love you
New Slaves | Kanye @ tiff, Toronto
You know, when you’re a kid and the world seems ready to welcome you with open arms. Like every possibility had the potential to become reality. When you said that you wanted to be a “Astronaut Firefighter singer” you had every intention of fulfilling your aspirations. I’m 20 and I still don’t think I’ve grown up from that mindset. There are nights when music is all I want. Where the dream of carrying a note for the rest of my life seems plausible. Where the music makes sense. Those moments at 2:40am where the music seems like the whispers of God through your speakers. But then my other dreams make themselves apparent, reminding me of what I want to be for my generation. I’m not sure if I am the only one feeling this way. But I haven’t always wanted to be a lawyer, I had an epiphany before that happened. I want to be my generations MLK, I want to be a voice, for the voiceless. What do I do? WIth such aspirations, how does ones mind rest?
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My eyes are oblivious to your gaze
but, your stare claims it’s presence
it feels warm
like a small childs breath
fogging up the window, on a brisk winter morning
I turn to catch your eye, and the mist just as swiftly disappears from the glass
Now
it’s my turn
my eyes slowly gliding over every bend of your body
only wanting you near
so my hands can kneed, into your rough curvatures
and be lost in the wings of your smile
beautiful
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Yah I’m pretty sure I need a prescription of some sort
Do they give those out?
Because I never seem to get enough of
you
my addiction
The addiction that leaves me numb to my senses
clueless to reality
forgetting my truths that you infringed
Somehow this addiction
my addiction
you
Only allows me to remember the good
never the bad
God forbid I remember the bad
and then
I become the desperate meth addict
yearning for her next fix
in order to disregard
the all consuming tormenting pain of your absence
you
my addiction
I don’t like the top, but everything else can gwan.
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R.I.P.“Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren’t.” - Margaret Thatcher
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