“I’m Nicki Minaj.”
(via hello-hipbones)
I seriously can’t wait to get married. To be living with someone who I wake up to everyday and fall asleep with every night, to have someone to hold and console me when life gets rough, I know I may be young but I have a lot too look forward too.
(via dothescarn-archive)
On a better note, watching this until I fall asleep.
There’s so much I needed to still tell you, so much you didn’t know but should have. Life was too short and now it’s over for you, but not for me, I’m still here living without you, forever. I wish I could go back to tell you everything I want you to know, even the things that haven’t came yet, but will. I want to know what would’ve been if you were still here with me. I’ll always carry a piece of you with me, but sometimes that’s just not enough; nobody can or will ever be able to replace you. You left too soon, but I tell myself that it’s better this way. You’re free, free of stress, free of this screwed up society I still live in, and free to be happy. I know I made you happy, but I want you to be happy without having to hurt. I just wish I could have told you that in time, now you will never know. There’s so much I want to say but can’t. I can’t release what I truly think or want to say, my heart has locked and kept in all the pain. From the beginning I’ve wanted to be numb but now it’s time I let it out. I want to scream everything and run around yelling somewhere the things that only I want you to hear. I want to be alone with my thoughts and a presence of you, telling you everything I was never able to say when you were here. I’m not ready to say goodbye, and I know there never has to be one, but in reality that’s not true. I have to let go, dad. Help me let this go, help me heal and move on with life healthily. There’s so much I want you to know and in return there are so many questions I as well would like to know. I want to know the pain you felt; I want to feel it, I want to feel exactly how you were feeling at the time you were living while dying. Even though it’s been almost a year, I wish I could go back and have all your pain and suffering. I want to know how long you were suffering before you eventually left this world as an angel, I want to know how it felt leaving, I want to know where you went, who you saw, and what you’re doing now. There’s so much I want to know but never will, and there’s still so much I want you to know but you never will.
