Chances are…

Sounds to me like you want exactly what I want.

I can tell you share my fears, as well as my passions.

We both resist the happiness that lays among the possiblitity

of perhaps,

just perhaps

allowing our heart to stand up to the mind who quietly kills him.

Watching the withered flower inside us blossom as we smile to life,

with hopes of never having to hide our smiles 

behind the dullness of a pensive, fearful mind, ever again.

Chances are we don’t know our chances.

But I will unravel the possibilities,

gamble with reality,

in hopes of someday looking back without a breath of regret inside me

and celebrating the triumph of a heart who succeeded in a game called love.

Happiness hit her, like a bullet in her head….

I find this girl’s happiness incredibly contagious. I love her. 

Out here tryna get it, each and every way.

Be the king of your own humor.

It’s hard to take serious a life that’s built mostly by good times.

put it on everything, that I will retire with the ring.

All kinds of crazy.

Cause we fucking bite.

Free drinks. Stolen Louis Vuitton. Unlimited fucked-upness. Unforgettable elevator situation. 

Leopard Facial Sunscreen.