I have two separate but related reactions to this post:
1. This is one of the most honest and relatable takes on grief I've ever seen. Because it really is the day-to-day sh*t that fcks you up. And it's just gonna be like this just... until I die, too? That's some bullsh*t.
2. Kevin's ability to get this off, make it funny AND keep it so emotionally poignant with you feeling/seeing his anger/sadness (bc this is "the nerve of you to fcking be dead") is comedic brilliance. Like, Pryor level brilliance. Real talk. It seems simple; it's not.
“Applying pressure" is a phrase invented by women to make the men they don’t want chase them & feed their egos. The men they want to be with don’t need to apply “pressure”; cause the feeling is mutual from the start.
If you accept a record deal with a million dollar advance—from any label—there are several important factors to be aware of. Please read this before sliding into Gucci’s DMs: