I love your music dude. Big fan. I even followed you on instagram thinking I would see another artistic aspect of a producer I admire. But, I’ve since unfollowed you. It didn’t take me long really. I mean, I really don’t wanna see a receipt showing how much you spent at the club. And I don’t wanna see you ironing your money either. Who the fuck does that anyway!? Keep making good music, but stop trying to be a rapper. It’s not a good look man.
I wasn’t even aware of his live set antics when I wrote this. But this shit kills me. Its sad really.
So. Over. Bass music. I’m sorry house music, I was on drugs.
Hello :) Just wanted you to know that I think about you sometimes. But, mostly I don’t. What I think about more is the people I met through you. I miss them way more than I do you, Tumblr. That hello was meant for you guys. I hope you’re well ♥
I don’t know if this is just an Instagram thing, but fuck it, this has been saved in my drafts for months. (I use my drafts occasionally as a place to edit/update things I want to write in letters or cards.) So, here’s a Throwback Thursday to that one time I found myself falling in love with a girl who lives on the opposite coast:
I bought this card a couple weeks back, before I even asked you to be my Valentine. I vividly remember how I felt and what I was thinking. It’s amazing to me how different this card might have been if I picked it out now. In just two weeks my feelings have grown and my thought process is more open. In fact, I’m thinking a whole lot less. That doesn’t mean that this card isn’t true anymore. It still is. Very much so. The flashes I have of you in person have always stuck with me. All the selfies and video conferences just reinforce how beautiful I think you are.
I’m looking forward to the day I can hold you and tell you that in person.
Looking back, I can’t believe how ballsy it was to take that leap again, especially from so far. I’m glad I did though. I’m glad we both did.♥
In the midst of a life overhaul and the last of my queue just posted. Timely.