BIG BITCH PRESIDENT

Crazy.
Elusive.
I burn bridges to keep warm.
Today I’m 31…pretty nerve wrecking. #old #old #old

Today I’m 31…pretty nerve wrecking. #old #old #old

Love, you poison my typewriter. How can I write with every key screaming? Since you’ve left, I’ve had hangovers they could name battleships after.

Ernest Hemingway, from a letter to Martha Gellhorn (via violentwavesofemotion)

aye but did you hear Tyga’s verse tho? skip to his part bruh!

—something no nigga has ever said past present nor future (via yungkawaiiinigga)

(via wubangs)