cold case love

I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw. I’m scared of what I did, of who I am. And most of all… I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life, the way I feel when I’m with you.

(via fkingdennis)

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more.

(via fkingdennis)

Me: It looks like she has AIDS, right?

T: If she had AIDS she would look skinny.

Ooo, burrrn.

Like this would make a difference

I am so goddamn sick and tired of being goddamn sick and tired. Your shit ain’t fresh, it’s OLD. Archaic old, before Christ old, Social Security number is 1 type shit—old. Got it?

It’s the same damn thing on a different day.

You are not clever, you are not slick. And just to add an oxymoron to the hype, you may be the smartest idiot I know.

Yeah, you might have that “undercover” shit on lock, but you are one fucking fool if you don’t wake up and smell the fucking roses.

I’M THE BEST YOU’LL EVER FUCKING GET.

Yeah bitch, I said it. And we both know it’s true. Everyone knows it’s true.

Fuck humility right quick.

You might find that typical girl who’s “I-just-put-my-makeup-on-with-a-shotgun-and-I-have no-fucking-eyebrows” hot. But once that broad opens her mouth for conversation… Lord have mercy. You’re gonna take that shotgun in which she applied her makeup with, and shoot YOURSELF.

My shit is good. Sooooo good. I can guarantee you, you are NOT going to find this ass along with my ability to carry a conversation, anywhere but here. Okay?

BOTTOM LINE:

That chick looks like she has AIDS. Straight up. I win.

Ain’t down for all this hide n’ seek, undercover shit. Step up or fall back.