sectumsempraxx:

I’m more ill than yuck so I spill blood when I kill this cut. It’s like slitting a slit wrist after it gets split. I go so deep my vein miss the blade. Until I heal when spill this slick shit. Remember I’m ill, not sick.

(via swagofavirgin)

I was waiting for like 3, 4 hours in a long line in an attempt to renew my passport. While in this half a block long line that curved by the way, I kinda learned a small lesson from my mom and was touched by something else. First, my mom said to me, “never take no for an answer.” When she said this to me, her saying played itself out. As we went to the general post office in Downtown Brooklyn, we were at the 2nd to last spot and the supervisor of the place kept telling us that the line is closed after some other family slightly ahead of us. I was ready to go home but my mom said to stay. Lo and behold, I still got that passport sent to be renewed. That was the lesson. Now for what touched me was an aged Jamaican lady who came to the post office very late; completely after any more forms were being taken. She had a wonderful sense of humor. Her eyes were a tint of yellow with grayish-blue rimmed pupils, hair all white and gray, even her eyelashes were gray/white. Her exterior was slightly a lil odd but usual for an old woman since she had a nice gucci bag, a plain tank top and knee high pants and a small pull cart but she was a loving, thankful gentle soul all the same. She talked about herself, things she saw in life and in the post office, made jokes about this family that had so many people altogether wondering how they could keep up and all. She was outgoing just like me. She was thankful to God just like me as she was 78 years old and never had cancer or a tumor or anything of the sort. The great thing is that the people at the post office still took her passport renewal form which was really nice. Seeing a rare woman like this made my day better. I’m glad I stayed in that long ass line today.