If your age is on the clock, you're too young for...
lattesandhiphop: There’s Something About Us x...
fucking familiar ass feelings. fami-liar. liar? is familiar a liar? because if so I want no parts.
Deliberate Design →
ashsmashdesign: Smithsonian NMNH bird collection, photo by Chip Clark There’s a beautiful yet unpalatable quality to this photo. The human mind craves vast and organized displays, yet the idea of dead animals sorted into boxes unsettles the heart. For scientific categorization, a room like this is…
What Does this Say about All of Us?
Here is some poetry for that round ass: You look like JIF in a jar. I refuse to be your girlfriend because of that. Plus, you would make me fat. Turkey burgers and turtle cheesecake? Go ahead, spend your money, I prefer warm Jack and honey Only requires forty five seconds in a thousand watt oven.
Rock creek park shit.
Charles Dharapak, AP Photo
There are two things I have realized in the past 2 days: 1. The art of not caring is fakin’ it until your makin’ it. and 2. Smoked Jays with filters are deceiving mothafuckas that sit in your ashtray and make you happy and then really disappointed.
I look into his face and he looks back. I look into his eyes and they look back at mine. Then they look down at my mouth so I look at his mouth, then back to his eyes then, backing up, at his whole face. I think, Who? Who are you? His head tilts to one side. I say, “Who are you?” “What do you mean?” “Nothing.” I look at his eyes again, deeper. Can’t...
fuck that shit man i’m all the way turnt up. sike nah. back on mute.
It’s funny how the type of music I listen to reflects the different phases in my life. Like, a few years ago my older cousin Cathy said all I listened to was weed smoking music. That was when I was into Goodie Mob and Outkast heavy after leaving school in the South. And, Mary Jane and I had become to know each other pretty damn well. I realized that I have only been listening to sad love...
leobrooks: hey that’s meeeeee.
Street $ makes up for the salaree dips →
Clock Keeps Tickin Baby, What You Gon Do? →
Can Opener →