Novacane // Frank Ocean
my soul is, has been, detached from me. i don’t know if it is bad or not, but it feels good. then again, i don’t know anymore what is feels like to feel something, or anything, to be honest; everything feels heavy and so light at the same time…
(the reason why i am) magic.
after my - almost year long - hiatus, a bitch be back. be ready
restless, my mind is. thinking too much, yet can’t put a label on a single thought of mine…
new tattoo quote? yes much.
march 23rd 1920 - october 13th 2012.
rest in peace grandma.
i’m sorry if i wasn’t the nice little girl that i was supposed to be. i’m sorry for every mean things that i ever said to you as a kid. i was stupid. the older i got, the more i tried to understand you. it was really hard because you and i had a 80 years difference gap. we didn’t think alike but somehow manage to share sweet moments. i wish i could go back in time and fix us, so we could have been closer. i’m sorry if i didn’t comprehend where you coming from. i just thought you were a bitter old woman until i was 16 years old. i’m sorry for biting your nose as a baby. sorry for not doing whatever i was told. grandma dearest, i am sorry. i love you. i will love you forever.
poop. poop. pooop.