I hate when you’re sad for no reason; you’re with people, you’re fine, you’re happy, you’re laughing and smiling, but at the same time it almost feels like you’re not there. You keep dazing in and out of conversations, you cant focus on one single thing. And once you’re by yourself you don’t want to do anything, you’re sad and feel alone. Someone asks you what’s wrong and you want to tell them, but you don’t even know what’s wrong yourself.
“When I started making those weird voices, a lot of people told me how whack it was,” she says, “‘What the fuck are you doing?’ they’d say. ‘Why do you sound like that? That doesn’t sound sexy to me.’ And then I started saying, Oh, that’s not sexy to you? Good. I’m going to do it more. Maybe I don’t want to be sexy for you today.”—Nicki Minaj (BlackBook Magazine)
I want a night with you. I want to close the curtains. I want to lay in bed and feel you breathing. I want the only noise to be my inhale replying to your exhale. I want to trace my fingers along every line and curve of your back. I want to feel your face buried into my neck. I want to lay like this and feel every worry melt the same way that I melt when I am with you.