Anonymous: tell me a story 


one time like 6 years ago i went to the mall and i finally had enough saved to buy these new sneakers so i go to foot locker, copped them, and wore them as i walked out because i wanted to look fly as hell and mind you, this was a really bad part of brooklyn like i would get jumped for sneakers and shit but you know i was young and w/e didn’t think anything would happen to me but w/e kept walking around not thinking anything would happen, i go into gamestop i notice these 3 guys looking at me funny but w/e don’t pay any mind to them, i get hungry and go to mcdonalds and they followed me to mcdonalds so i was like na uh nope i’m gonna go home and i begin to snake around the mall seeing if they are really following me or it’s just coincidence and to my dismay, they were freakin following me so i just start power walking to the nearest exit but they begin to chase me so i start running and looord i ran so fast. i lived a few blocks away from the mall so if i run and am faster than them, then i’m safe so i book it but they are faster than me and shove me down and take my shoes from my feet, my wallet, my phone and i still have my original shoes in a bag in a box so my dumbass throws it at them thinking it would do something but they take those shoes too!! and run away!! there was literally NO security around and the people that were around were just like “omg r u okay?” like the fuck you can’t call the cops? so i walk home no shoes on and my mom opens like wtf happened to you and i told her what happened and she got scared and said you’re moving with your auntie and uncle in bel air! i whistled for a cab and when it came near! the license plate read fresh and it had a dice in the mirror! if anything that i’d say that this cab was rare but i thought man forget it “yo home to bel air!” pulled up to a house about 7 or 8 and i yell to the cabbie “yo homes! smell ya later!” looked at my kingdom i was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air.


i hate it when u stop being friends w someone or u break up w someone cos uve got all this information about them like at the back of ur mind like their birthday or their favorite game or whatever, and even years later things will come up and you’ll think about that person and its like. oh. and it never really Stops

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walking into school


remembering there was homework


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