” hip hop used to be so thick in the air ,
when it was there you didnt even need
a kick and a stare “
always jazzy, always belle (;
isabel ortiz, 17,"fragments of ideas float around my brain as i tirelessy try to fit them together i am always afraid of writing them improperly or forgeting them in the first place i can not seem to write fast enough, beacsue somehow a thought always gets lost "
