sometimes I realize there are people on my dash heavily burdened with horrible things
and I just desperately hope that you’ll be okay, you’ll find the strength to continue and do the right thing for yourself, you’ll make it through and be happy
all of you
I’m not sure how you feel about me or if you dream about us in your spare time, but I do know how you feel about words. And I’m pretty sure our souls rhyme
Loving you is like a song I would play, every three minutes and thirty seconds of every day, and every course was written for us to recite (right). Every beautiful melody of devotion every night, it’s potion like the ocean that might carry me in a wave of emotion to ask you to marry me. And every word, every second, and every third expresses the happiness more clearly than ever heard. And when I play them, every chord is a poem, telling the Lord how grateful I am cause I know him. The harmonies possess a sensation simular to your caress, if you asking then I’m telling you it’s yes. Stand in love, take my hand in love, God bless.
Bob Marley & Lauryn Hill - Turn Your Lights Down Low (Lauryn Hill Ripping It)
even after all my logic and my theory. I add a “Motherfucker” so you ignorant niggas hear me
So fuckin hyped Spice World is on Netflix, my childhood in one movie.
Right now, someone you haven’t met is out there wondering what it would be like to meet someone like you.