Oh yea :D Hennessy and coke ——-followed by———> Rum and coke. You know i hit it wit some lime. That’s the only reason I even own lime juice LOL.
My Facebook status: “This muthafucka came for ALL the bitches. Not just the one you like, not just the two in the corner and not just the slutty ones. He came for ALL the bitches LMMFATFO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
It starts as a simple, messing with my hair because I’m bored thing. Hours later i have twists in my head which i have no intention of keeping but I just keep on twisting. I’m kinda surprised these things are even staying in as I do this LOL
Sometimes it’s like I have been walking in a long long long hallways, all alone. Just walking because it seems like I have come to far to go back, not to mention the fact that where I was is now beyond me. Walking past closed doors, cheap wall lights, ugly rugs, crumbling wall paper and a profound lack of landmarks. Every now and then turning a corner because the opportunity is given, or the other route to choose from just doesn’t seem like I would enjoy walking down there. Sometimes I get a sense of having walked there before. Regardless of all that, I remain alone.
That is until I catch a glimpse of someone peeking at me from around the corner up ahead. The simple sight of them can be a bit confusing at first, but the knowledge that I am no longer alone soon overtakes those of fear and uncertainty. Like a dog going on a walk and seeing a new dog in the neighborhood. So I give chase, only to find the spot that had been previously occupied by another soul, now vacant and humming with a sense of self doubt.
Now, she is waving at me from the next corner. Her face is smeared with a grin, but I cannot tell if it has been born of joy or ridicule. Regardless, I once again give chase, only to be thwarted with the heavy burden of empty handedness. That, and a unending stream of corners that posses not a single soul. Those corners would contain such grief, if it had not been for what I am no longer sure I saw. Walking…
“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close..
You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences.
For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator.
But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger?
Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.”—Timothy Leary (via elige)