Veara - Only Famous People Get Famous
I often think to myself “Be the man your grandma would have wanted you be. Be the man Sonya wanted to meet when she was your age”. It’s a shame she never really knew me as a teenager, much less as a man. It’s more of a shame that I never got to speak to her as the man I am today, there’s so much I could’ve learned. When I imagine someone watching over me and aligning the stars on my behalf, it’s always her. She loved me unconditionally and it hurts that I feel like I barely got to know her; I’m jealous of the people who knew her before the Alzheimer’s grasped hold.
She had such a profound impact on who I am and how I was raised and yet, I never got to know her as an adult. I truly feel like I’ll be a lucky if I can leave half the mark on this world that she did. It’s evident in the way people talk to me about her that she was an extremely kind and well-respected woman. Literally, distant family find me on Facebook all the time because I share her last name and I don’t know anyone else who receives the kind of post-death attention that she does… the people who knew her really loved her. I aspire to leave the world in that way as well.
Prometheus Brown - Take Me Home
Uncertain about the future but we did not stress
and everything that came next made me feel real blessed
Speaking of tattoos… Now that I’m a college graduate and all, I’m seriously thinking about getting some of these tattoos I’ve been thinking about.
Leaving this link here with the following message: If I’m taken before my time, I hope my friends and loved ones will seek to further understand me by listening to the playlists I’ve created and Tumblr posts I’ve left behind; they reflect who I am. By compiling a fairly strong internet presence which reflects my personality, I’ll never truly be gone.
The Wonder Years - My Last Semester
I’m not sad anymore, I’m just tired of this place.
The weight of the world would be okay,
If it would pick a shoulder to lean on,
So I could stand up straight.