“Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.”
I just can’t not reblog this
I cant get you outta my head. Your smile. Your voice. Your laugh. The way your lips feel against mine. Your perfume. Your silliness. The fact that we have the same favorite cartoon. I miss the way you made me smile… I go to sleep thinking about you. I wake up thinking about you. I talk about you every day… Damn. These feelings I have grew a lot more than I expected them to. Now Im stuck though. What do I do? Like fuck, we’re so far away from eachother for so many months. Ive thought about this all day. Shit, I’d rather be a friend than nothing. I miss talking to you. I know I fucked up & honestly, I’m not good at communication a lot of the time. Its one of my flaws. My moods change more than someone with MPD, another one of my flaws. I cant help it, its who I am. Im human & everyone has problems. Those are mine. Then again, I dont really think I’m worth your time. You’ll find someone better with less problems, more confidence, someone more optimistic, more outgoing, more interesting, with more drive & that truly makes you happy… I dont think I really had the choice to be that person anyway. My chances are slimmer than slim… What makes me different from the rest? Nothing I guess.
Looks aint everything but you know i had to say it Body of a godess & these other bitches hate it Plus you got ambition and always handlin business Just applied to college not even payin tuition You the wifey type Tubes tied, no kiddin Why you think all these niggas sweatin you for yo attention Wanna put the D on you like they reppin for the Pistons But they dont make the cut you just straight dismiss em. I dig your attitude, witcha violent ass A lil hood but i see you got a lot of class Girl you killin em, put these hoes in body bags Yeah you a trending topic lil mama #hashtag With hella conversation, ya beautiful too Most girls i know only got one of the two Thats why you cold tho, icee rasberry blue You dont take no shit & thats why i call you my hood boo..
I told myself I would take it to the grave but I just couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that you gave me. The way you made me crave you. You were all I ever wanted the moment you walked into my sight. You gave me goosebumps that day and it was bright, blazing and with no wind. I still remember the outfit you were in. Damn it might sound crazy but love makes you crazy so I’ll go out on a limb and say it. I’m pretty sure the moment you walked by, I witnessed love at first sight for the first time. And considering who I am you’d think I was talking out my ass, but at that moment, I was like fuck my past. I’ll settle down forreals and be good to her. Never had I been at such a loss for words. The confidence you walked with, the switch in your hips, the smile on your face, plus you rocked chuck-tays.. Damn, how did you escape from my dreams and manage to walk by without acknowledging me? Then when we formally met it’s like we just clicked, even though I was pursuing another chick, it was cause I knew you weren’t single and it made me sick, but shit waiting seemed pointless cause you seemed content, where you were. You seemed way more than happy from what I had heard. Little did I know after we became friends, that you were in a relationship just waiting to end. And I can’t even lie, I did get excited and I tried not to show it but I couldn’t hide it, because I knew if y’all were divided then maybe that meant that I’d be invited. So wrong for me to think that way, but through hard times I made sure you were okay. I played my friend part best as I can, then emotions became too much to hold in. Funny, I still remember the first time you kissed me. It was only on the cheek but the memory stuck with me. I tried to hold back and store the feelings away but in your presence they seemed to stay. I don’t hardly see you but think about you daily, you’re always on my mind like crazy. Running through it every second, Champ Bailey. Especially lately…but it wouldn’t work out because we’re too different. Guess I’m addicted to your friendship and how we used to kick it. However, this love is still here and my heart is yearning. Every beat it’s wishing someday soon that you’re returning. But it’s like I said, to the grave. I’ll take my love for you to the grave. Cause you don’t want it but I can’t shake it. So I’ll take it to the grave with me, if it makes it.
Basketball will always be my first love.