Sober | Childish Gambino

Dear Lauren…aka…Beautiful Mistress of Freaktopia…aka…Miss Freak-a-liscious,

Thank you for the amazing ride yesterday. And not for asking me to ride on the podium (which was such an incredible experience, I’m still on a high). But for sharing what you’ve been going through with us.

I could go on and on about how fucking beautiful, amazing, inspiring, smile-inducing, energy creating, and love emitting you are. Or I could go on about how lame, blind, stupid, rude, shady, unaware, and downright shitty that dude was. But i’m not going to. I’m not going to tell you to  "cheer up" or “it takes time” or “there’s someone better out there” or any other formulaic, uninspired thing you’re supposed to tell someone who gets their heart broken. But I will say one thing:

Damn.

Yeah.

That shit hurts. 

And there’s nothing wring with that. 

In fact, I think there’s everything right with it.

As much as it hurts to put your heart out there, and instead of getting someone else’s in return, you get sideswiped with the type of treatment you’d never expect, I think it speaks volumes about you.

Because to be hurt from being treated that way means that’s not how you treat people. It means that’s is not how you do things. It means that is not the world you want to live in and it’s not the one you’ve created for yourself. 

And I love your world. It is a stunning place filled with beautiful, amazing, inspiring, smile-inducing, energy creating, and love emitting freaks that are there for each other every day. Sorry he couldn’t be one of us.

Well…sorry…but not sorry. We’re an elite, bad-ass crew, here to fuck shit up in the most breathtaking way

And some people just don’t get it.