So? Jupiter.

Cute.

Someone sweet wrote this, told me I remind them of Jupiter.

So Jupiter has this presence about it. It’s not just being the biggest out there, it literally dominates. You do or have the capacity to I believe. It’s like the charisma and ppl gravitating towards you as you’ve mentioned, which honestly in my opinion can be dangerous as you have the potential to manipulate.
Jupiter is still very complicated and many aspects of it are unknown to scientists. That translates, when it comes to you, as being introspective and complex and definitely hard to fully understand. I believe this is cemented by the notion of you wearing multiple masks.
Also, it’s a great red giant, no? It’s intense, whether that be in relationships or daily activities. I don’t think you take anything lightheartedly and you defo are a resilient mf, as in you go through emotional turmoil within sometimes and maybe never show it, so others think you’re steady.
There are the 90 or so moons orbiting it ofc, which means it has an incredible magnetic field. I believe many follow you or end up depending on you because you offer them a safe space to float around.
Then there are Jupiter’s colors themselves. I dunno, but to me they always radiate growth and ability to expand. you do have that drive and I think you’d be someone who never wants to stop learning.

She’s nice. She points at red dots in the sky and acts like they are anything but little blips on the screen these masses believe is space. Cap. We all know there’s a dome around us.

It’s sarcastic, I hope it translated.

Anyway she’s a proper fuckboy.

Getting to the point…

Two things inspired this post, I finally have a few I want to get written. Considering this morning I was about to post something about how I can’t write when I’m in a good mood, I’m glad I got inspired.

What she said, this whole Jupiter escapade, as well Mike. He’s a musician.

Here’s a song: https://open.spotify.com/track/4gGT3pJYGFzzVq1ujDXO9b?si=d5355f96f9bd4a71

It’s been a while since I’ve been perceived by someone, well at least perceived and had what was thought shared. So when someone I respect in certain ways told me these things, my natural response was, “please don’t feed my ego.” Pretty girls and sweet words are my greatest weaknesses so, got to check the ego here my man.

But it was nice.

To be seen.

Not just by those that are close, not just by those that know every thing I do every single day. But by someone who doesn’t. By someone who is just getting to know me. By someone who might never get to dive deep enough into the intricacies of my character enough to peel the masks and see the core. Maybe…?

To be told I appear as I’m insistent on growing. To be told I’m powerful. To be told I have pull. To be told I carry burdens that aren’t seen but the lack of their presence on others are felt.

It was nice.

She said she tends to connect people with things, and so this is my thing.

I’m not the same way. Not at all.

I connect people with music. A song or an artist per person.

Whether it’s Kho Gaye Hum Kahan and that day at that fucked tattoo shop… what creeps.

Whether it’s I love my Homies and that day at 14/5.

Whether it’s Moonwalking in Calabasas and Wasa.

Maybe Iris and that window sill.

Price tag and those bright fucking lights.

505 and Bardacik Sokak

White Ferrari and too many joints with an old bro.

Tadow and the boys.

someone to stay and aaa

That jack harlow song and those two girls.

Posty and my old roomie.

Like there’s so many it’s wild and each and every one of them has a song that immediately reminds me of them. That’s where it connects, Mike… 2022… Bad Year, bad boy I was. Some amazing mems though. She says I remind her of Jupiter… I think she gets NF. No one appreciates NF like she does. People really fucking should.

I won’t get into why… she might read this…

to the actual writing part.

People tend to always come and go, though some leave you with something better than memories, they leave you with a lasting impression of them. They leave you thinking damn, that person was really this, or that, or whatever the fuck. Like you know you meet a solid person, consistent, trustworthy and you just feel like yo that guy was mad real. That’s not an experience you’ve shared together, it’s not ripping bongs on a truck bed. It’s character, it’s an impression that will never leave, not decades after their body shrinks and face wrinkles.

I find it rare when people leave a positive impression, which is why I tend to hold onto them so strongly when they do. Sometimes they leave bad ones, that’s alright, but the ones that leave a good one oof real authentic Gs.

So this one’s dedicated to an impression. The one I’ve left on everyone who’s ever read these little things I write. The one’s that have grown with me, the ones that have grown beyond me. To you, I hope success, joy and fucking tons of good times, life’s short.

A little advice from someone who’s got loads to give:

Go meet the boys, go tell her she’s a bad bitch, go tell your mama you love her, go hug your dad (he could use it regardless), go rip a fucking tube under a canyon, go do what you’ve been putting off every day of your life. Day by day this shit’s gonna end. Fuck it being your last night, why not just fucking do it. Be scared and just jump in, give your balls a tug and get that shit. Like my dumbass cold cokehead cousin once said to me, always be Livin’ La Vida Loca. I don’t know if I said that right, but just go and fucking make that hard ass move.

Goodluck Gs