Take your crocodile tears and go talk to your publicist.– Evelyn Lozada [it’s just the way she said it that cracks me up] (via diaryofabaglady)
My Relationship With My Bestfriend
When We Fuck Some Shit Up In The Car When She Does Some Shit That I Don’t Like When I Do Some Shit She Doesn’t Like When We Just Swaggin Mom Asks What We Doing When We Go Somewhere Together Backing Each Other Up Shit, That’s My Nigga What’s Gonna Break Us Apart ? me and Elizabeth
Mom: What's wrong?
My mind: I used to do so well in school but I'm not anymore.
My mind: The people I call friends, aren't my actual friends.
My mind: I'm constantly feeling alone.
My mind: I'm starting to look at myself different.
My mind: Nothing feels the same anymore.
My mind: I feel like I'm going to fail at anything I try to do.
My mind: I haven't been eating that much and I'm hungry all the time.
My mind: I feel like no one cares about me.
My mind: I just wanna sleep all day and never wake up.
Me: Oh nothing I'm fine.
“Have a happy period”
Crack is cheap. I make too much money to do crack. Crack is whack.– Whitney Houston, interview with Diane Sawyer, 1992 (via jaggedfragments)