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bruh im googlin some random shit right. i typed 4 letters and my quick results turned into a whole nother language some arabic shit. i clicked it and i seen the heaviest flex i ever seent


look as this shit

this nigga squattin on a mercedes sls wit a lion behind a lamborghini gallardo 

(Source: kngshxt)

I wonder if I’m cursed to always want something else


i forgot what your voice sounded like

There’s the type of people you give up on.

And there’s the type you don’t.

You’re the second type.

It’s one thing to fight off loneliness during the day, but a whole other thing to do it at night.

since feeling is first

since feeling is first

who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
–the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis