Alf

if I don’t end up starting with this new job by next week may just say fuck it and move to Medellin. 

thesnobbyartsyblog:

She focused on herself, my nigga get your money.

The sadness will leave when your heart stops trying to break out of your ribcage, when your soul stops bleeding into your mind, when the inside of your skin ceases to feel like a prison.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)