They don't paint pictures. They just trace me.
Summer2012 Hiatus. Available tomorrow.
How is it that I got this tank almost half a year ago…stoops
from Halloway Murder
If I say we on, then nigga we on.
Shits hella funny if you know the story behind this picture
from shit be crayI 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.