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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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@iamvanr
Death be my friend… Visit me soon please, i’ll prepare for you. Table for two, you and me. We could get to know each other better, meet my family too, but get intimate with me first. Death be my friend.. When days are dark and the count seems to be ending. When all hope is gone,stand beside...
four years later...
Quotes on We Heart It.
This is what life sounds like
yeezus and disciples
The monster bout to come to life again
I never really get over things. I just mask it so well I even forget it happened sometimes. My ability to trick myself into believing things are perfect is a blessing and a curse at the same time.
It's Not Just Money II
It's Not just money, It's the paper we're accustomed to, notes to value your life upon. Madiba's for ransom, we killing each other trying to live, chasing the paper. It ain't just money, It's the bread of life, we need it to eat! The difference between sushi and tin fish, sustenance and cuisine. Gangstas make it rain Manna, bread of life. It can't be just money, It's the cheese that makes you different, cheddar that gives a boy from the suburbs a nickname, a luxury to some and only seen next door by most. Don't think of it as just money, It's a way of life, making a living to live, running, to sit comfortably. It's what creates poverty and makes the rich.
Life in fairyland II
Like animals in the forest we ran wild. Seeing the rage in your eyes reminded me where we are. You cursed,threw a tantrum and a vase. We argued,you cried and I left. A cold beer at a bar,late nights at work,less time at home,on purpose. I cared less,you did too, the neighbours knew, I was Al Qaeda,you, America,yet we shared the same space. Who are we? We seem lost in this world and we are, now more than ever. "I love you", three words we utter the least yet when we shout, a thousand words we speak. I lie awake in bed, you next to me, back to back.... I remember,the confetti being thrown, our wagon awaiting, JUST MARRIED behind it. We no longer look the image of the picture we have in the house. Our last minutes in fairyland
Life In Fairyland I
Like animals in the forest,we ran wild. Seeing the rage in your eyes reminded me where we came from. You smiled. Your pleasant fragrance filled the air,the scent warmed my soul and put me at ease. All was well in fairyland,happy were we and the joy filled the town. The neighbours were friendly,the animals too. Cat and mouse chases were for amusement and the arguments we had were over TV channels,TSN or ESPN. I would let u win just to see the smug on your face,but little did you know I had the game on record.
Jay Z - Oceans ft. Frank Ocean
Wrote it on her birthday
She would have been a year old today. Though accidental,my baby was no mistake. Though she was not planned, I had no regrets. I would have loved her like a normal father, though I'm only nineteen and most would have not approved I wouldn't have cared,not at all, all my care would go to her. She would have been a year old, so I bought a cake with her name on it,one candle I blew, one wish I also made, "Lord it might not have been the right time but I wish I could have my baby back". She would have had her mother's eyes, I know it, just not my hair please. The most beautiful being to walk the earth. She would have been a year old,meaning she would have learnt to crawl and just like her daddy, she would have taken her first steps. Though my mother would not have been proud of me, I would not have minded. My baby girl would have been worth it. Her dimples just like mine, her mother's nose. Not mine please. My baby girl was taken from me before I held her. "why Lord, what has she done to You,why give me hope for happiness just to take it before I had it?". My baby would have been a year old today. Never met her but I miss her