You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of my face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.
Today, we were talking about gay marriage in my English class, and this dude in the back of class blurted out, “IF A NIGGA WANNA MARRY ANOTHER NIGGA, WHY THE GOVERNMENT TRYNA COCKBLOCK?!”