Nonsense

this is my blog,
of purely mindless nothings.
make of it what you will.
incase you forgot what my beautiful tattoo looks like. a remake of the k that was on the front door of my grandmas house. the actual k was retrieved via secret mission in the middle of the night from the house which is no longer ours. my four sisters and I all got it on different parts of our bodies, mine might be in a weird spot but it’s covers dozens of old scars. I’m so proud this is mine forever.

incase you forgot what my beautiful tattoo looks like. a remake of the k that was on the front door of my grandmas house. the actual k was retrieved via secret mission in the middle of the night from the house which is no longer ours. my four sisters and I all got it on different parts of our bodies, mine might be in a weird spot but it’s covers dozens of old scars. I’m so proud this is mine forever.

nigga I ain’t worried bout nutin

nigga I ain’t worried bout nutin

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

—Charles Bukowski (via poetrea)

(Source: 13neighbors, via notevenanchors)