We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.
I am currently lost in a previously unbeknownst to me part of Brooklyn. And it’s pretty awesome. Brooklyn is dope af. It’s still The Bronx all day, but Brooklyn is dope AF.
No boyfriend November was a success. Should I go for a don’t date December?
Just me January?
Forever alone February?
No man march?
I just had to reblog this again.
just giving up june
just my hand july
always alone august
only me october?