They don't paint pictures. They just trace me.
Finding my pencil while doing hwRebecca
Summer2012 Hiatus. Available tomorrow.
How is it that I got this tank almost half a year ago…stoopsHalloway Murder
If I say we on, then nigga we on.
Shits hella funny if you know the story behind this pictureshit be cray
In Detroit with @DMX…. #LifeisGOOD717 (Taken with Instagram)
I was talking about my eyelids…I was high or some shit
Sometimes, I often think of the gorgeous sight of them. Whenever I see them, I just feel so relaxed. It’s kind of weird though. They’re constantly there all the time with me throughout the days and nights. But I only truly cherish them when I’m exhausted. Seeing them all the time for less than half a second every time just isn’t enough for me. I like them when they stay for like eight hours or maybe even longer. But when they leave after that long time frame, I feel like my imagination immediately dies, and I just catch myself craving for them to come back, because I need my imagination..it’s one of the few things that keeps me alive inside.