I’m a music elitist, and honestly, I kinda despise fans of my favourite artists who half heartedly listen to their music and only know singles and don’t really analyse what they’re listening to and treat music as three or four minutes of pleasant sounds with lyrics being nothing more than an interactive accompaniment to be regurgitated without thought.
I’m judging you, very hard. Don’t front.
obsessed with ava taylor rn.
you know Q gon’ spit that funky shit, you know Q gon’ spit that real.
you can tell what kind of person somebody is by their hashtags.
Last night I saw a guy get on the bus with his lady and a 14” pizza. As I sat there with my 18”, I couldn’t help but smile at how perfect an opportunity it was to make a joke about black men.
Prologue: Me, sat on a bench, alone, eating a slice from a 18” pizza box on a saturday night probably looked real sad.