ThugLife

A love story that was once silent, they had their ups and downs, but she was his support system. He didn't choose the ThugLife, the ThugLife chose him. Will he settle down and be a better man for her or will she lose him to the streets?

MESS » poetry.

my hands write down words my brain can't contain anymore. [highest rankings omfg: #75 in poetry / #358 in random]

letters to no one ➳ [poetry]

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

The Bad Boy Thinks I'm Cute

"They always say that a bad boy is like a fire and he needs snow to tame him and calm him down. Some may call me the snow to his fire. But that's not the case. If only they knew the truth...I'm the gasoline to his fire. I haven't tamed anything. I let his flames spread. I've just allowed him to spread his flames to me...