(via wild-lion)
Being strong
It’s times like these where I can actually understand people who commit suicide. I can understand how they’re just over everything. Over feeling hopeless, worthless, like nothing. It’s times like these where I would much rather be with my uncle. Just me and him, sitting back and watching the world go by without any pain or heartache.
Cheers to you. The one who had the ability to drag me this far under the ground.
I dreamt that I could paint you with words, but there were no colors bright enough, black or white enough, blue or green enough…they didn’t mean enough.
— Mos Def (via catfka)
(via marleyfresh)
Sometimes I get sick of pretending that everything is okay
