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I make exclusively poor decisions, but I’m pure of heart so it balances out.

Ultimately, I just feel like if you’re not trying to let love consume your life in as many ways as possible, you’re severely limiting your experience on this planet.

In this bitch feeling like Florida Evans when James died.

They let that nigga break a Bron record and a Kobe record in the same night. I’m never talking NBA basketball again until I see Adam Silver tied up & tossed into the Pacific with an anchor round his ankles.

Suffering from quite possibly the worst writer’s block of my life, and all I want to do is write good work. Nothing’s clicking right now.

Adding that “the world could end at any minute, so I needed you to know” parsley to my DM shot attempts has been yielding some positive results for my plus/minus. We’ll continue doing the work.

You may have seen Marty Supreme and have since been unable to forget the honey scene. I understand. Though in my case, I have been unable to forget the bathtub scene. Because… what the fuck?

Them niggas be saying “sore-ry” and it’s like, yeah, accountability does hurt. I feel ‘em fr.

The Canadian sorry is the correct sorry.

How do you feel? IS IT ANYTHING LIKE I FEEL? IS IT ANYTHING LIKE I FEEeeeeeLL? …or should I chill?

You fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms. It's always the eyes. Eyes.

I'm way to handsome and too funny to be this bitchless ngl

What Tems did on that second half of Bunce Road Blues will be felt for generations…

Treacherous weather these days, my love. Please, be careful out here. Roads icy, shaky people moving shiesty… Everybody’s on a different type of timing right now… But still, these cold nights just amplify all my thoughts about you, and all the times we had… I need that back.

Brady on the broadcast calling this shit like the voices in his head are telling him to suit up right now. Romo was in that booth mumbling nonsense like a nigga that doesn’t even know what playoff football looks like.

JSN is frying these boys something so serious.

The urge to sit in front of the ocean and think.

Snowed in, thinking bout you, my darling… Remembering when I used to have you covered in white the same way the streets looking. Roads just as slick as you used to get too… hope you safe over there tho. I know I ain’t been around, but I’m still around, hit me if you need to.

Very few things really give you that feeling like a beautifully executed song transition does.

There are perpetually like 6 niggas using my phone. I am always hacked, and I will never know what you’re talking about.