August 20th, 2014

My Battle Buddies Make Me Feel So Poor.

I smile and laugh about it, but the way they say shit like 4000$ is nothing, and my mom only makes 116k a year. I’m just over here like the fuck.

Fucking spoiled pricks. Fuckers could never understand me because we’ve grown up in two different worlds. People who have never left they’re environment but to vacation.

Real niggas don’t go on vacation. We may visit family, but we don’t just up and go to fucking Hawaii. Ugh

I wish I had money. I wish I could’ve grown up with money and not needed to do this.

I’m sorry the only way I knew to get by was by way of the struggle. Sorry my mother didn’t drive a Benz. I’m sorry my mother didn’t have a car. I’m sorry that I have to help take care of her.

I would’ve loved to been raised in a broken home where both my parents made 6 figures.

But I wasn’t, now stop throwing that shit in my face.

I hate you all.

I’ll be 23 by time I get back

It’s definately a matter of when, and not if at this point.

It’s very likely that it could be a reality by my 24th birthday. It probably could all be over by time she’s 25.

It is nice knowing the who.

Its crazy because I’m so serious too.

"If you have feelings for someone, let them know." That’s really how I’m feeling lately.

Stay Tuned.

I miss the girl I’d watch all those shows with also.

I miss Bob’s Burgers, Archer, South Park and The Office.

Also The Avengers Cartoon, and How I Met Your Mother.

August 19th, 2014

Here’s an Equation.

(LTE) - E + (MRB/MR) =

My rebel with a halo
You hit me like a hurricane
And I can never say no
Your mind, your hands, your voice
The way you make me yours
Your sexy kinda swag
The best I’ve ever had

Racism isn’t born, folks. It’s taught. I have a 2-year-old son. Know what he hates? Naps. End of list.
Denis Leary, 1992 (via cityandcolourblind)

(Source: thedaddycomplex, via comeon-sweet-catastrophe)

August 18th, 2014


Don't forget who taught you how to fight, Kid.

(via superheroes-or-whatever)