October 2010
Me: Woman, make me a sandwich
Bucky: Make your own damn sandwich. I work hard enough as it is, taking care the kids and cleaning up after your no count ass!
Me: But But But….Baby…Baby
Bucky: Ohhhhh now baby, baby, baby. NOOOO…THOUGHT YOUD ALWAYS BE MINE
Me: WOMAN! DONT TALK TO ME THAT WAY
Bucky: I’ll talk to you anyways I wants! Youz MY man and I can do whatever I want tooz y, and you cant say shit! Now go clean your nappy head with some Pomade!
Me: I’mma whip you ass into next tuesday woman
Bucky:and Ill whip it right back and knock your greasy head through the kitchen wall!
Me: Woman i swear to god imam beat you so hard. Leaving bruises. She what you can do with that shit! your pornos rant gunna get you nowhere now! you gunna look like a three year olds coloring book!
Bucky: A princess coloring book? :D :D
“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”
—The Five People You Meet In Heaven. (via lepapillonnoir)
“while people are fairly young and the musical composition of their lives is still in its opening bars, they can go about writing it together and exchange motifs…but if they meet when they are older, their musical compositions are more or less complete, and every motif, every object, every word means something different to each of them.”
—I don’t know ):
Cousins (Vampire Weekend Cover)
Mumford & Sons
sylvesterandgreys:allcaughtupinlovestruckhands:schrutebucks:
Mumford & Sons | Cousins (Vampire Weekend cover)
The Sometimes Chronicles
You took everything from me.
