All Day. JUST ME. BY MYSELF. ON THE BLOCK. HOLDIN’ IT DOWN. GUN ON MY WAIST. STRAIGHT FACE. ALL DAY. NOT A GAME. IN JAIL. BY MYSELF! ONE BED. NO PILLOWCASE. ONE PILLOW. DIDN’T NOBODY WRITE ME! IT WAS EARLY. WOKE UP. WENT BACK TO SLEEP. TOOK A NAP. YOU EVER GO NIGHT NIGHT NIGGA?! YOU EVER GO NIGHT NIGHT NIGGA?!
“I know you don’t believe in fairy tales… but if you did, I’d want to be your knight in shining armor. You’ve been through so much, I don’t want to see you hurt anymore. Now, I might not be able to give you all that you were used to, but I do know I can love you past your pain. I don’t want you to worry about anything….just wake up in the morning…that’s all you have to do, ill take it from there. Just one condition….you have to be my wife.”—Orlando, Diary of a mad black woman
just sent me gifs on facebook. Because you have to click to see what they are:
I’ve listened to about 20 chapters of my Clash of Kings audiobook in 2 days time.
And I was dying in my cubicle yesterday through an Arya chapter, I think 39… because Gendry is mad at her for yelling “Winterfell!” during something and she was like “who cares everyone was yelling stuff Hot Pie was yelling ‘Hot Pie’!”