When I reblog something and I write some sort of conotation, I’m not talking to you.
"Why they send American troops to different countries to protect my freedoms here…. How bout protecting me from the police #imjustfreetalking"
"and i said to my body. softly. ‘i want to be your friend.’ it took a long breath. and replied, ‘i have been waiting my whole life for this.’"
I used to love knowing I’m going to her to sleep my ass off. But these days I’m so hesitant. I be so damn nervous. I’ve been having some psychotic ass dreams. Literally, I make myself stay awake during the day so I won’t stay up all night, how screwed am I?