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Lucky Libra (Oct 1st), Broke College Student. NYC. Brooklyn College

This is a tweak of the madness/greatness in my life..
Boys,Sorority,School,
Food,Music,Music,Music,, did I mention my first love.. Music. <3

Nas - Daughters

They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world
God get’s us back, he makes us have precious little girls

DOPE!

Selah Sue Feat. J.Cole - RaggaMuffin Remix

Lies and that jazz

Ive never been a fan of love stories. I knew somewhere in between there was a whole buncha lies.. I never was a fan of fairy tales, I knew it was all good to be true. But even as a kid knowing all this a part of me couldn’t help but think.. What if…
I guess for a pessimist I’m pretty optimistic.
Life doesn’t just end bad.. It cant. I refuse to believe so. Especially if you’re a good person. Things have to/will Get better. The blessing comes after the struggle so i KNOW this cant be how my story ends. It cant be how any story ends. It shouldn’t be. Love wasn’t meant to be so hard. I refuse to believe. And even know I know all the odds are against me when it comes to thing I refuse to not believe…

If this ever makes it through..

You did such a wonderful job tonight. First time with a mic in your hand and I was proud… I think you seemed nervous and its only right but it was dope. Your ode was beautiful.. .. Nothing more do I want to hug you and tell you how happy you made me but for now silence is the vow we both took.. Blah.

Oh

Oh

(Source: sexy-classy, via chadontop)

Brooklyn, you&#8217;ve had my heart from day 1.

Brooklyn, you’ve had my heart from day 1.

Life.

“Peace and blessings manifest with every lesson learned…. “

Next tattoo.

Relay for Life, man hunt buddies :) #greekunity! (Taken with instagram)

Relay for Life, man hunt buddies :) #greekunity! (Taken with instagram)

I remember the night we drew this&#8230; 
The joy, and effort we put into drawing one of my favorite things.
Sunfowers. 
Memories, live. 

I remember the night we drew this… 

The joy, and effort we put into drawing one of my favorite things.

Sunfowers. 

Memories, live. 

Tired

Bodies so tired that kisses seem to be the only source of energy. Kisses that serve as breathing sections cause its even harder to breath, tired. Kisses that remind me I’m sill alive and even though my body sees the light.