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Fucking, Life, and Love: copperbadge When I first got out of grad school, I couldn't get a job in my chosen profession and honestly, I wasn't sure I wanted one, but what else was I good for? I was iving with my parents, I felt that l'd failed at the age of 24, and I knew exactly how to kill myself in the most painless way possible, because I was considering it and had done research. I had clinical depression and I didn't figure the rest of my life would be worth a damn even if I managed to make something of myself which seemed unlikely Fifteen years later, I woke up in a home I own, that I painted myself, with two big couches and ten big windows and a lamp that looks like a star. I fed two kittens, cooked breakfast and prepared lunches for the week while listening to podcasts, and tended my windowsill garden where the paprika have fruited, the bromeliad is still trying to murder the poppies, and the squash are starting to blossom. My email inbox was full of messages from people I love. My duties for the day are discharged. I plan to spend Sunday resting, playing with my kittens, and maybe strumming a little ukulele. Today is my own to do with exactly as I like in a place I have made exactly to my specifications. I can't guarantee that everyone who feels like they're dying at 15 or 21 or 24 or 29 will get this life that I got. I know I've been lucky, and even with luck, my life's not perfect. But I'm 38 and today is such a good day that I can't believe I almost didn't get to have it because I thought my life was over at 24 It was a fucking war to get here, but the war was worth it, so. I just figured today was a pretty nice day to share that. Some hard years, a good day.
Fucking, Life, and Love: copperbadge
 When I first got out of grad school, I couldn't get a job in my chosen profession
 and honestly, I wasn't sure I wanted one, but what else was I good for? I was
 iving with my parents, I felt that l'd failed at the age of 24, and I knew exactly
 how to kill myself in the most painless way possible, because I was considering
 it and had done research. I had clinical depression and I didn't figure the rest of
 my life would be worth a damn even if I managed to make something of myself
 which seemed unlikely
 Fifteen years later, I woke up in a home I own, that I painted myself, with two big
 couches and ten big windows and a lamp that looks like a star. I fed two kittens,
 cooked breakfast and prepared lunches for the week while listening to
 podcasts, and tended my windowsill garden where the paprika have fruited, the
 bromeliad is still trying to murder the poppies, and the squash are starting to
 blossom. My email inbox was full of messages from people I love.
 My duties for the day are discharged. I plan to spend Sunday resting, playing
 with my kittens, and maybe strumming a little ukulele. Today is my own to do
 with exactly as I like in a place I have made exactly to my specifications.
 I can't guarantee that everyone who feels like they're dying at 15 or 21 or 24 or
 29 will get this life that I got. I know I've been lucky, and even with luck, my life's
 not perfect. But I'm 38 and today is such a good day that I can't believe I almost
 didn't get to have it because I thought my life was over at 24
 It was a fucking war to get here, but the war was worth it, so. I just figured today
 was a pretty nice day to share that.
Some hard years, a good day.

Some hard years, a good day.

Ass, Bitch, and Bones: lol just got to this small kickback they've been playing Mo bamba for the 5th time already My dog Tyreke put me on to a halloween party we went to over the weekend. Boy told me itโ€™s from this white girl he met on tinder. I seen Get out. Boy was hard headed. He never met her but he wanted me to come with him to the party. So I went. Party was a L off the strength they was blasting logic from the door. You donโ€™t do that.. Then the boy on the aux threw on Mo bamba. That shit be crumping when your myPlayer loading up in 2k. Literally all the white girls put down they pumpkin spice lattes and slid right out of thier uggs. I done seen them form the most congruent electric slide ever seen. I got called Jamal about 4 times and Tyrone twice. One girl was twerking and her knees caps were smacking together like a sword fight. That looks bloody painful mate. I seen this one slutty nurse pull up on me to throw it back. I received the most detrimental twerk from this girl Kathy. Kathy if you reading this go home and donโ€™t come back. The booty was like some unseasoned chicken cutlets. I grabbed her sharp ass hip bones and tried thrusting for this twerk. I tried to catch a wine with a booty that had .2% booty fat. Felt like I was slapping my meat on a cutting board. By the 5th time the song came on the cops pulled up. It was a fight outside. When Sheck Wes said โ€œOh! Fuck! Shit! Bitch!โ€ I felt that spiritually. Me and Tyreke fled the scene like 2 legendary Pokรฉmon. Nigga had the nerve to play it in the car. I made him take the bus home. That boy Momba better win rookie of the year on God
Ass, Bitch, and Bones: lol just got to this small kickback
 they've been playing Mo bamba for
 the 5th time already
My dog Tyreke put me on to a halloween party we went to over the weekend. Boy told me itโ€™s from this white girl he met on tinder. I seen Get out. Boy was hard headed. He never met her but he wanted me to come with him to the party. So I went. Party was a L off the strength they was blasting logic from the door. You donโ€™t do that.. Then the boy on the aux threw on Mo bamba. That shit be crumping when your myPlayer loading up in 2k. Literally all the white girls put down they pumpkin spice lattes and slid right out of thier uggs. I done seen them form the most congruent electric slide ever seen. I got called Jamal about 4 times and Tyrone twice. One girl was twerking and her knees caps were smacking together like a sword fight. That looks bloody painful mate. I seen this one slutty nurse pull up on me to throw it back. I received the most detrimental twerk from this girl Kathy. Kathy if you reading this go home and donโ€™t come back. The booty was like some unseasoned chicken cutlets. I grabbed her sharp ass hip bones and tried thrusting for this twerk. I tried to catch a wine with a booty that had .2% booty fat. Felt like I was slapping my meat on a cutting board. By the 5th time the song came on the cops pulled up. It was a fight outside. When Sheck Wes said โ€œOh! Fuck! Shit! Bitch!โ€ I felt that spiritually. Me and Tyreke fled the scene like 2 legendary Pokรฉmon. Nigga had the nerve to play it in the car. I made him take the bus home. That boy Momba better win rookie of the year on God

My dog Tyreke put me on to a halloween party we went to over the weekend. Boy told me itโ€™s from this white girl he met on tinder. I seen Get...