She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
Just be honest with me or stay away from me. It’s not that difficult.
Everyday I’m like “today imma get my shit together” and by the end of the day I’m like “tomorrow is the day for real”
TACO NEEDS TO KEEP HIS LITTLE MOUTH SHUT
taco, you lick your own butt. I really don’t think you should be pointing fingers.
I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.
Until you get comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you’re choosing someone out of love or loneliness.
this dog is who im rooting for in the worl cup