Inner Workings: I don't buy into the whole... →
Food for thought. jameswithabee: I mean I acknowledge that we guys definitely exhibit the behaviors of each of these groups. But I believe we only do so because we don’t know any better than to look past pack mentality. Just as a background: Alpha males are your stereotypical lady’s men. Funny, strong, charismatic, dominant,…
The Roots make my heart happy.
Speaking of pieces of a man Staring at a future in the creases of my hand It reads like a final letter I’m leaving for my fam but It’s written in language they will never understand A late repentant Never deviating from a plan I drive by, headed for the valley of the damned The wheels spin, I’m looking for a sacrificial lamb Then roll tactics like a soldier out in the Sudan
I was headed to bed ‘til I stumbled upon this stream of The Roots undun album. Now I’m stuck.
My blog hasn't been inactive.
Just been utilizing the privacy feature heavily lately. Don’t want some of the things I’m writing about to seem like a cry for help until things blow over.
Fuck. Just getting up from what may be the worst sleep I’ve had since the summer ended. Tried to go to sleep at 2. Spent hours tossing and turning, heart racing, feeling like someone was standing over me with a knife. Shot out of the covers at 6, panting, sheets strewn about the floor, barely clinging to my bed. Dragged out of chaotic slumber again at both 8 and 10, danger sense...
Dead Men Don't Dream.
Manscaping. ‘Tis a challenge.
Say what you will about Common’s last few leaks, but that production is top-fuckin’-notch. I’ve got a feeling that this album is going to be a lot like Cocaine 80’s beat-wise. And I was more or less in love with The Pursuit EP when it dropped, so… Yeah. Looking forward to The Dreamer, The Believer.
The message of Breaking Dawn. →
the-absolute-funniest-posts: This is a cool blog to follow This is 100% accurate.
And if it weren’t for you, I’d be without a care Setting sail to St. Elsewhere…
Rap Industry Fan Fiction: Drake finds out... →
rapindustryfanfiction: Drake sinks deep into his leather couch and scrubs his hand across his forehead. Commercials flicker across his plasma TV, which is, of course, set to NBC. He stares at his cell phone in disbelief. “I can’t believe it,” he whispers to himself. His Twitter feed is blowing up. No one else…
I’ve been hunting for inspiration for so long, I couldn’t see it right in front of me. I’m starting to see current events as blessings in disguise, in ways that I can’t describe. Here’s hoping things fall in place the way I’m imaging.
Anonymous asked: Not only do I like your blog (haha I found it) but I also am OBSESSED with you secretly. Ok here we go.. I got this idea from a Tumblr spam I got once lol.. I think you like me too and you were always too shy to admit it :3 go to crushmatches(dót)com (wtf it wont let me link regular) and make an account there. Then look up the profile 'gottagetme19' (me obviously) I left body...
50 years from now, the world will be filled with elderly hipsters. Earlobes that sag to the floor and tattoos that look like colored-in stretch marks will be rampant.
Fucking with this joint heavy.
The Tumblr music scene is glorious. Y’all niggas are supremely talented.
I rarely go out of my way for anything, and I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. On one hand, it helps people establish how I live my life. What you see is exactly what you get. If you’re down with it, cool. If not, cool also. On the other, it makes it look like I don’t care about much. Somehow the assumption that I should be leaping over hurdles is made, and when that...
… Why the fuck does my job have a twitter site, now?
I watch entirely too much Law & Order. Got me thinking I know how to get away with murder and shit.
I had the day off, so I decided to go out into the city, and do some exploration. Peeped a cool spot near a bridge and unwittingly walked in on a couple having a private moment. Wandered into a Chipotle, where a guy was letting his pet bird eat off his plate. Watched Harold & Kumar 3D… still trying to figure out why I wasted my money on that. Smoked under the bridge. Walked home...