(Source: ashleyquitlollygagging, via 1734miles)
The elemental foundation of all rap songs
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(Source: tastefullyoffensive)
If you’re so annoyed…
“I’m not concerned, I’m annoyed. Huge difference.”
”If you were actually a half way decent person, I probably wouldn’t be as annoyed. But, since you’re a lying sack of shit, I am.”
I absolutely love how you blocked me, after sending these, in efforts to keep me from saying anything. Seeing as how you’re still following me, I know you’ll see this.
If you’re as annoyed as you claim to be, then why have you continued to follow me? You posted something about how you wished I’d unfollow you. What exactly will that solve? Nothing. Wanna stop seeing the “same annoying lyrics over and over again?” Then unfollow me.
But, instead of being the bigger person, you continue to read my posts, send me messages via tumblr (when you have my cell phone number… or maybe you don’t. Either way, I don’t care) then block me.
Then again, I shouldn’t have expected you to be “the bigger person” considering the text you sent me, in which you called me a piece of shit, told me I’d forever be stuck at a piece of shit food service job (which, ironically enough, your girlfriend works at the same exact “piece of shit food service job.” The same store I will be training at for my management title- something my district manager informed me of) told me I will forever be working at a piece of shit tattoo shop, that I will forever be a piece of shit tattoo artist, who will never amount to anything.
I do recall a time, when I told you, I’d live in a box, if it meant that I could tattoo. And to this day, that still holds. I don’t need money for my happiness. Just work, my girlfriend, her daughters, my family and her family. When I go to bed at night, I go to bed exhausted and tired from a hard day’s work. I go to bed with a smile on my face, and I wake up with that same smile on my face.
I’m sure you do the same. However, why don’t you prove that to me, by not focusing on my Tumblr, and the things I post on it. Because, if I really was as indecent as you claim I am, you wouldn’t give a fuck about the things that I post, nor would you insult me, or get “annoyed” by the things I say.
So with this, I bid you adieu.
Enjoy.
=D
(Source: unabashinglyme)
