for the love of mo

Let’s be really real this morning before 7 am: if The Get Down was about the (white) history of Rock n Roll in the 70’s and starred white teens, a lot more people would’ve been like “OH THIS IS SO COOL, MUSIC HISTORY” and Netflix would’ve marketed it differently. Tumblr would’ve lost its mind if Dizzee Kipling was a white kid who thinks he’s an alien who is in love with white Thor. Mylene and the Soul Madonnas being an all-girl rock band would’ve been a huge draw. Merch would’ve been everywhere. Coming of age for a moody poet and his reckless and troubled friend trying to make it big with the music they love? They would’ve eaten it up.

This tea isn’t even piping.

i’m sorry. and it’s not because i couldn’t be the one who would love you enough, but because you couldn’t see that i was the only one who tried to be.
—  but it’s your loss not mine.
the other day i was asked if i was completely over you and almost immediately i said, “yeah of course i am.”
—  but i think the truth is that there’s always going to be a part of me that will never truly let you go.