No One Ever Cross Me While Im Doing The Dishes And Listening To Cell Block Tango. With The Influence

no one ever cross me while i’m doing the dishes and listening to cell block tango. with the influence of pop six squish uh-uh cicero and lipschitz i cannot be held responsible if in the heat of the moment i commit a kitchen-themed homicide 

i’d follow him to hell and back but i wish he’d just stop going there

What’s she listening to? 🌙

no one tells you how much of life takes practice. not just writing, painting, running, singing, etc, but practicing how to make friends. how to make the right ones. getting practiced at how to be a good friend, a good sibling, a good person. practice identifying when people haven’t earned that. learning to recognize your right to rage and, eventually, how to offer mercy. so much of life is muscle memory, and i’ve begun to realize there are so many more parts of ourselves to flex and stretch and strengthen than those we’re taught in anatomy lessons

“But then it passed, as all things do.”

— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed