So 2Chainz got arrested for marijuana possession last night and these cops wanted a picture with him
This is the dumbest shit I’ve ever seen
fuck white people
fuck the police
I do not have enough head shakes for this shit right here.
i remember way too many small details about people so i have to act dumb sometimes so i don’t freak them out
can i begin to construct and paint this picture of affection?
i dare not think i can, but by any sort of comparison, i’ll try.
my emotions so robust, so rambunctious, and so astounded, it stands tall and awkwardly, as if a single yellow flow in a pasture of green fields.
so flamboyant, it is afloat among a sea of faces you stand out my love.
i cannot begin to grasp the grass that grounds my fleshy body to this continuous time bound earth.
but somehow, i am grounded
but the love i have for you soars higher than any bird, any space craft, any contraption god nor man could ever create,
and yet i see you still.
no matter your whereabouts
i see you clear, and most prominent, love.
you and i are one, connected by some unknown force that cannot be explained by einstein himself or any relative revelationist scientist.
no theory can be as profound enough to explain the essence of a feeling so pure.
and that’s what makes this special.
you and i,
in a sea, under any infinite number of leagues,
no distance or time can separate us.
and of this, i am most sure.
a love as abstract and as infinite as the concept
with many and few meanings,
an indescribable, description
a distorted depiction, of what is visually uncomprehendible
and all the above.
and i could not explain more
Subject: story time <3
well at a certain point in my existence, there was this girl i met from school.
i saw her grace hallways with a certain poise and purity that seemed to reminisce constantly in my mind.
i knew nothing about her essentially, but i knew she liked tulips.
so i picked her tulips,
and left them in her locker.
she didn’t know me, or knew of that she knew me.
but that’s okay, i was comfortable with knowing that i floated silently and seamlessly somewhere within the midst of her sub-conscious.
i admired her, and adored her.
so one day, i felt adventurous.
i braved the courage, and told her that i had been leaving her tulips.
her eyes both sparkled, but became startled.
i could feel a blanket of awkwardness settle over our conversation.
she broke it and she said
“thank you, they made my day”
“you’re welcome, but i love you”
she gazed into my eyes with a certain uncertainty that both unraveled any courage that i managed to surroYyyy bY bYund myself with.
she gave me a hug, and told me she didn’t think of me in that way, and that she’d love to be my friend.
i didn’t cry which was a miracle, because i felt those words slice through me and my eyes wince at the pain.
i smiled politely, and told her i’d see her later.
but i never did.
she moved away a week later,
and i guess that made things easier.
although, i never passed a tulip without thinking of her.
and i guess, i can be proud of the fact that i told her how i felt.
but sometimes i wish i just lived with the regret of never knowing,
because it was nice to fantasize, and it was nice to wish,
i just wish, that my tulips, became our two lips.