real talk
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Cold—fucking cold.
It’s bloody fucking cold.
I’m absofuckinglutely freezing!
Fuck this shit, I’m cold.
I’ve fallen down 8 times this year—
When you take away his kitty over something so kiddy
The money You Be Getting From What Be Giving
When I was growing up, I imagined my life
A sparkling fairytale
A delicately blooming water lily upon the surface
Of my reality
Everything would be perfect, set and ready for me
Behind the big picture
Is a small, fragile woman.
Forget the smile
And look deep into her eyes.
Her eyes tell a story.
A story of:
Danger,
Heartache,
Misfortune,
