... maybe tomorrow.
reblog if your existence as flesh is a nightmare from which you can never wake
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(via theniggaskaramazov)
I’m going to do this in the warehouse I work in! Soons as I finds the blueprint. On to the googles!
(via disgustinghuman)
G R I M E S: Lauryn Hill's verse:
I get mad frustrated when I rhyme
Thinking of all the kids who try to do this
For all the wrong reasons
Seasons change, mad things rearrange
But it all stays the same like the love Doctor Strange
I’m tame like the rapper
Get red like a snapper when they do that
Got…
Word.
I hope my idealism shines through over everyone else’s cynicism like it has for me so many times before. I don’t think I have ever failed to better a broken person and I hope I do not fail now. And if I’m lucky, maybe my own brokenness will be bettered in the process, as it is every time I am loved.
— Hauntedcum
