Each day means a new twenty-four hours. Each day means everything’s possible again. You live in the moment, you die in the moment, you take it all one day at a time.
not sure if i’m ready to fall in love or if i’m ready to fall off a cliff
I really want to hear Obama say “nigga please” just once
Some guy just whistled at me while driving by and my dad goes “don’t worry, that was for me”
Isn’t it weird to think that every person you walk by has a past they may or may not be proud of and a family they might be close to or far from and a lover they’re either with or apart from and a name and a personality, and they might be having the greatest day of their life or the worst day? We probably walk past hundreds of people a day and never once stop to think what they’re going through, what their life may be like. We’re too focused on our own.