No it’s not the fear of one day becoming a hobo and begging for money. It’s the pain I feel when I avoid eye contact with them. The feeling of being able to do nothing while they hopelessly try to continue living day by day off leftovers. I don’t want to be that father that tells my son, “See that homeless guy? If you don’t try hard in school, you’ll end up like that.” I want to say, “SEE THAT GUY ASKING FOR MONEY?! YOU BECOME RICH ONE DAY AND HELP HIS ASS OUT.” The next time I make eye contact, I won’t just be giving them spare change; trust me, it’ll be far bigger. 

fucking norcal ppl and dying their hair man. These niggas go hard. 

A sudden urge… to suck some nice dick.

I’m that person who screams out to the world saying, “I’ll make something out of myself.” Don’t worry, it’s not the same old story of the mediocre kid who’s all bark and no bite; i’ll make it far. 

And just like that, the world is beautiful once more. People are there for you. If you ever need me, I won’t turn my back on you.

I think im too nice and because of that, I lost 3 Mc Chickens and a Mc double.