Today, my bosses fought over me, asked me to duplicate myself, and gave me all the compliments.
More titles and responsibilities at work = more money.
Keep the good things coming.
Couldn’t even stay awake to listen how my day went
And today I don’t know how to even say hey"
— (via walk-you-home)
— Virginia Woolf (via aurelle)
Take it back out to the streets where you know you used to be
For the Romeos uptown, if I bring you down
Wait a minute, wait a minute
(Wasn’t I good to you?)
So give me the fevers that just won’t break
And give me the children you don’t want to raise
And tell me about the Cool, he sings you in those songs
You’ve been my baby for so long, come on, bring it on
Stop clicking your red heels and wishing for home
I’m hearing that he tells you he can read your palms
If he’s better than my love
If he’s better than my love, then go on, take it all
I walked into work this morning and was told i looked like shit. Followed with a “rough night?” “still sad?”