I hate when i lose something and my parents says “well i guess you didnt care about it enough” like you’ve lost me in a grocery store before so
me as a prom dj
"time to slow things down a little blt"
*plays crank dat souja boy (acoustic version)*
for the first time
my heart kind of went
“Oh, there you are.”
— Keen Malasarte, First Meetings (via acupofkeen)
…sorry that your bitch asses came into my house uninvited
It’s been 6 months. Some nights I stay up thinking of you. Some times I end up smiling, others I end up crying. Surprisingly, I have only dreamt of you once.
It’s been six months since you wandered away from me and we haven’t talked since. Not even in my dream.