Mar 11, 2020
But this man killed it, tho'!! Shouts to #mastaace for rocking the Ox for the first time. #spreaditout #rap2K1 https://www.instagram.com/p/nOSvewNKk0/?igshid=1brsmg0hhu17p
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But this man killed it, tho'!! Shouts to #mastaace for rocking the Ox for the first time. #spreaditout #rap2K1 https://www.instagram.com/p/nOSvewNKk0/?igshid=1brsmg0hhu17p
The motherload. #pubcheese #spreaditout
verily
My best friends keep telling me: don't fall in love outside of your girlfriend's shoes. Her feet are all that keeps you holy. Her hair is a reality rope, her voice is the fragrance of faith. And so I climbed inside her chest. Let the scratching of rib cages balance my plexus. And there was sun in our eyes while we slept- how can I not love the sun. And there were tulips leaning when we went down the sidewalks- how can I not love a curious bulb. And there was a wish in the fire- how can I not love burning. And there were memories that made me whole- how can I not love forgetting. Certain walls will never be hers to climb, other dragons lurk in those shadows, eating chocolate stuffed french toast and twirling their ballet skirts, teaching me about god, being gently tiny in my arms. I am a master at caressing bricks, mortar tendons lining the unseen graves of my future. And my girlfriend alone is the one I am supposed to love. All my best friends keep telling me: don't fall in love outside your girlfriend's shoes. But when I put them on my heels slipped right out again- how can I not love the moss that grows on pavement. How can I not love the droll in my dog's happy mouth or the sound of a coyote baying in the pasture brush. How can I not love the way I take home so much sand from the coast line and there always remains a beach bright there. When I say it out loud I don't mean that I love my favorite pair of jeans more than I love making her smile. But how can I not love my favorite pair of jeans. Where do they think I go when I fall in love throughout my day, counting the dimples of passer bys or losing the tire treads on a mountain road. I go straight to her room. And when I have a piece of myself inside of her it is not that I am loving only her, it is the benefit of the whole world that my love whenever it falls is real.
Screw Bieber Fever I have Criss Bliss ;]