She's perfect.

I just want to do exciting things. Like drugs, and eat food. but i'm poor - way to poor for either. So i'll sit in my bed until my interview. 

I need a damn intervention.

Here Again.

how I end up so damn broke.
trying to be so fucking free.

"not for nothing, I’ve forseen it. I need it. I can feel it slowly drifting away from me. no more chances. if you blow this, you bogus. I will never ever let you live this down."

Power Trip

Happy Hour.

Wifey.

lunch.

 

Beaucoup Bar & Grill

3102 Old Spanish Trail, Houston, TX 77054  

(713) 747-5100

you got that shit niggas die for.

Or.

POW

I'm honestly to fucked up to watch that movie, so much passion... makes me feel like I caught the holy ghost! Peace, to art man. I'm so weak... my mind can never differentiate movies from real life... like i'll have nightmares after Freddie Vs. Jason

"How'd I end up in this..."

because of the monsters under my bed...

"my last love was a savage.

i guess you can say

i've always been attracted

to danger.

infatuated by the thrill.

the villains always seem

to want to love me.

its true 

they see an innocence in me

that they lack

and wish they could get back 

so they try to destroy it

before it destroys them

because memories kill

and reminiscing is suicide

so i find myself in these

tangled webs of wanting to love

and wanting to run.

serial killers like to watch

their victims suffer

and if pain is love

than i've been smothered

but these days"

tianamonique.

12.