January 2011
8 posts
I'm doing me.
I’m sick of all this emo shit, and being held back by my own mind. So fuck her, I’m going to be a better man, and I’m going to be the best that I can be. So fuck you.
“Cassie: Do you know what hurts most about a broken heart? Not being able to...”
– Skins (via jclare)
If you knew how much I think about you...
oxfordsandchanel:
You would probably run away.
'Fuck Rappin, I'm A Sing Off Key'
The beauty of my life is the constraint. I want to be so many things, my dreams tend to flutter about, never really solid on anything, so I guess you could say, that I don’t like waking up from my dreams.
So I try to stay awake and satay my brain, speaking in rhyme simply because it seems to give a sense of order to my chaotic mind. I like the way that my feelings can be forced into a...
It's in the beat.
For just a couple of minutes a day, I can escape.
The second I can walk out the door, and turn up the volume, feeling the little headphones of mine rattle away in my head, the beat thumping through my head, breaking me into a place where I don’t have to think.
She broke my heart. And then I was alone. Everything seemed to be falling apart.
Thank god for the beat, the symphony of...