"In need of substance
Not something material
Im talking D'Angelo and Lucky charm cereal
University sweaters and sweatpants
Girl you look so good to me that I save you the next dance
Natural no make up
and eveytime we wake up
Im happy the other side of the bed is what you take up"
-Drake

R.I.P. Love

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Anais Nin

Goodbye Love

“I used to think I could keep the things that I love, now I only hold on to the things that love me back.”