That awkward moment when I get invited somewhere and don’t want to go because I want to be antisocial… And then start feeling lonely and sad because I’m not with the one person who makes me feel loved 100% of the time :/
…I don’t want to seem stupid.. but is this real?!
It’s on my left forearm. It’s a note my mom left me the night she died. Here’s a side-by-side shot of the two.
Deserves every note.
I cried and then I reblogged
this got me goin through all kinds of nigga emotions. i love my moms ohdee. God bless you & your fam.