Thank You

To the strong taste of black coffee because cream means less caffeine
To the dope ass beats that consist of more than 3 layers
To the lyrics that give you goosebumps, not the pussy not the money and not the weed, the lyrics that speak more truth than the local news, the lyrics that tell you what the government won’t
To the THC molecule for giving me a hobby, and never giving me a bad night, for being there good times and bad.
To A1 for giving me a profession, for getting me the hell away from Wendys, and for giving me a steady income (fuck yeah overtime)
To my real friends who keep it 100, who make me laugh and who I can count on to watch out for me
To my parents, yes all of them, my mother is a protective hound but I’m grateful for everything she’s ever done for me, my father whom still tries to talk to me but he taught me so many good lessons that helped carve out the person I am today, my step dad who’s been there even if we don’t get along very well so willing to help me if he can

Thank You

"I hide because there’s more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you’d like the rest. I know that sometimes, I don’t like the rest."

(Source: debilitating, via patronsaintofbaddecisions)

Every day my count of fucks to give

decreases by:

Vave = (Vo + V)/2

p.s. I love physics