Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. as lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. you just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. you meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. i don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
i found an image that accurately describes my drive and motivation in life
being black is really wonderful and convenient bc i can just be sitting here in my room like this
and whenever people come looking for me to do stuff i dont even really have to hide all i have to do it turn off my light and
and then when they leave i just
ive received this question so many times since i posted this yesterday so imma just leave this right here ok
Confidence isn’t walking into a room with your nose in the air, and thinking you are better than everyone else, it’s walking into a room and not having to compare yourself to anyone else in the first place.
DO YOU EVER JUST
GET JEALOUS SO EASILY
THAT PERSON IS MINE
DON’T BREATHE AROUND THEM PLEASE AND THANK YOU
Don’t you get it? I chose you, over anyone else. I always fucking choose you.