#fokol

[damreh]

#fokol #as #shisa #DefinationStudio #studiosession #comedyrap #hybrid https://www.instagram.com/p/CPWR_HqhuuX/?utm_medium=tumblr

[galawelap]

@sbo_fokol - Lalela when the souce is too much and the slaymantation is on another level. #Fokol #PhelaWeNice with @dladlacb and @HloniphileFakazi 📷 by @mrozawangempela (at Galwela Online Distribution)

[call-me-spike]

Actually...

you know what? I’m not okay. Like… At all. Every hour that inches closer to Friday is tearing me apart. So much so that I just want to get in my car and drive up 74 forget everything. But that’s no way to deal with things. Especially things like this. And I won’t call anyone. Not you, not her, not him, not them. They called me a couple days ago because mom told them I had a rough day. And I did. And I’m grateful they called. And they told me we are all going through the same thing so if I wanted to talk or anything to call. But I can’t bring myself to call. It’s not that I don’t believe we are in this together, it’s just ugh I don’t know how to explain myself these days. Everything is so up in the air and I’m scared some days for myself(?) I pull at my own heartstrings asking questions that will never be answered just to do it and I should really talk to someone. “Whatever you have going on is more important that what I have” is the motto of my life because that’s who I am. “Altruistic” as someone once said. This is all really scrambled and all over the place but really who cares? Who reads this? Who actually makes the effort to talk to me? Exactly.

[f0k-j0u]

virtue, mister, is the mean between either extreme that means you can masturbate and still be close to god ♥

[f0k-j0u]

can't read a thing without crying, that's why he stopped. thorny fingers and one smooth, deep papercut right down the cock! that it almost feels as good as the clap (as reciprocity should) as the teeth of that pretty girl whose name evades him now tsk tsk my heart rides on the broken wing of a fucking pidgeon with one leg that one those dirty boys shoot with their sling shots a bird a stone an empty vessel, that's me there the flies will come and eat and return the bull's shit because this is certainly bullshit as my only will and testament please make use of my letters the winter is coming, and isn't kindling expensive?

[f0k-j0u]

I have come through a green and red war these last 2 months. My side lost but I am still more alive than ever, in a sense. We have to pass through things, again, again – arguing with a knife blade, a bottle, weeping like a cunt in menopause, afraid to stop out a door…afraid of birds, fleas, mice…encircled by a clock, a typewriter, a half-open closet door full of ghosts, killers, horrors, like sea-bottoms. And then it ends. You are calm again. As calm as…a garage mechanic.