Gambino is like the Puddle of Mudd to Kanye’s Nirvana.
This guy never met your friends. You never went on a date. All you know is his apartment, the fact that he likes to eat rice pudding after sex and has a plethora of intimacy issues.
When I was 10, Martin Luther King Day became the day my grandma died.
I began writing as a means of expressing the sort of emotions that my family does not believe exist.