sladevegas:
retrogasm:
James Brown
Fuck, I wish I could dance and be as fly as James Brown was…
Mr. Brown you are one hot Sex Machine
I’ve lost my thirst for life. Sometimes I’m not even sure what I’m doing here anymore. The emotional stress from the thing that matters most in my life has taken a great toll & I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel smothered & trapped. It shouldn’t be like this… Why can’t we be normal? I have no help anymore because she has pushed everyone away & when it comes down to it, I’m alone. I am the only one obligated to stay & endure it. I try my hardest but I can only take so much. I can’t enjoy this, I try. I’m starving but can’t eat. I’m so broke I can’t afford anything, not even cigarettes- the one habit that may calm me down. I have a couple dollars to my name. I called people tonight to try & feel ok for a moment, a nice familiar voice of comfort people but nothing. No one answered so I sit here alone swinging into the night.
walmartfashionista:
i might not know how to flirt but i do know how to make everyone uncomfortable in 3 seconds flat which i consider to be more valuable in the long run anyway
(via summmersong)
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