So close; so far. Secondhand smoke from the Cuban...
I feel like having that one woman that you would pretty much “drop everything” for can keep you grounded, and influence more mature actions/choices as a man dating or lightly involved, not committed to any particular female.
Not meant to be figured out
Not made to be completed. I don’t work to plateau. I can’t feel like I must accept. I refuse to take what’s left. I ain’t buyin that shit. There’s no dead end. When will never happen. The wheels don’t exist to fall off. The show was never shot. The goal isn’t tallied. This is the song that never ends. I’m not high. I’m not high I’m not...
It ain't too late.
Social Media & Pason
Twitter = My brain burping Tumblr = My brain drawing Facebook = My brain trying to figure my heart out
It’s like, the first post on tumblr to get...