Omar... ( @o.h.m. )
That pic of the GoodWood Heart you reblogged was mine, lol.
I just want my own, man.
"I don't want to be a statistic."
I.E. - The worst excuse to punk out of living your life. Regardless of the decisions you make on this earth, simply by sucking air you’ve already joined the ranks of hundreds of thousands of statistics around the globe. You’re a +1 to the amount of children born in your era, to your ethnicity, to your neighborhood, your school, your hair color, your eye color, whether you’re...
Whatever you do
Make sure you don’t forget what you’re doing it for.
Learned today that being anywhere within Tyrell’s vicinity instantly diminishes any claim to swag I thought I had. Nigga is too clean for my life, bro.
"I have a boyfriend" isn't a road block...
“…it’s only a speed bump.”
In other news, I had a bomb-ass day today. Woke up at 8:00 A.M. to fry some chicken for this picnic joint that I didn’t even make it to, worked from 11:00 to 3:00, then chilled with Elise and Tyrell the rest of the day. I’ll always appreciate good company. Foolery makes me laugh.
Shoutout to Team IDK.
Couldn’t fade work to catch the show at Six Flags. But I see y’all niggas young men out there, making legitimate moves with your career. Keep that good shit up.
There is a direct correlation...
nostalgicwiththestateofmind: Between a woman’s music taste and how attracted I am to her.
I’m a sucker for my own imagination, and I get got by my own mind every single time. Rarely do I get overly excited for anything, but every once in awhile, something slight happens; something someone says, a look in someone’s eye, something I read, a brief gut feeling, whatever it is, I can’t control how hard I latch onto it. Before I can blink, my head has already crafted an...
I read the interview… … ….. …….. ……….. GOOD FUCKING NIGHT.
Huh? Something about an interview on my dashboard? *scroll scroll scroll*
Life and Times of James Withazee: Elwebs... →
jameswithazee: seem like the “tramp stamp” of goonies in terms of cliche-ness. EVERYbody knows atleast a dozen and half chicks with a lower back tattoo. And I know atleast a dozen and a half niggas with fuckin cobwebs on his elbow. That’s a serious fucking problem. Or it would be for me… I mean like when you see…
Finally off work. Legs are aching, and I’m not even done with the waking world yet. Gotta hit the store and make some special secret awesome sauce chicken for this picnic type function tomorrow. Then I’m going to properly pass the hell out.
Justin & Selena:
car-crashhearts: Me: Too funny to not reblog. *giggles* He’s digging all up in that joint.
Called my mom today.
Took a lot out of me, but I told her that I wouldn’t rest until I could take care of her, my sister, my father, my brothers, and anyone else who’d need it. Once upon a time she told me that she’d never see her debt paid off in her lifetime. I promised that she wouldn’t be allowed to leave this earth until I made it all go away. I told her I’d make her proud, and my...
I hate when I get little sleep, because when I wake up, everything is so surreal I can’t tell what’s reality and what’s my own imagination. Case in point, I woke up about six times in the last two hours. Each time, I had to let an entire scenario play out before I became aware of my physical body, and realized I was still in a dream(s). The process of finally waking up was more...
Mildly bitter with an associate of mine at the moment. Dude is supposedly giving me the hook up on another internship opportunity. I’m like “Swag, yo. I’m all over that.” But this shit is due today. I’m up right now filling out the form, then I gotta steal my dad’s laptop to print the joint, and figure out where my unofficial transcript is online. All in...
jameswithazee asked: LMAO. How the cops give you a warning for "breaking" into your OWN house?
District B13: Ultimatum
I know very little about French cinema, but this movie was pretty ill to me. As a kid who used to still watches corny wire-kung-fu movies with his grandpa, I’m an old school fan of classic, senseless action, violence and fancy acrobatics. So it’s as if this movie caters specifically towards that kind of fandom. If you love watching guys make insane leaps and flips through rooftops,...
Remember scenario A. from that last post?
The one about someone thinking I was breaking in? It just happened. Someone called the police AS SOON as I came in through the window. I hear a bunch of movement in my backyard, go outside and see three squad cars at my house. Talked to Officer Who-Gives-A-Damn and explained the situation. They searched me. Came into the house. Showed them I.D., they gave me a warning, and then they peaced...
Assassin’s Creed: Revelations Teaser Trailer
So, this just happened of the day.
I just locked myself out of the house on accident. I tried to call my dad to swing by with the key, but he’s too far away. So, I had to grab the ladder and slip into the house through my little brother’s window. I’m really hoping no one saw me and thinks that: A. A dreadhead thief just broke into that house down the street, or B. That house down the street is mad sweet...
Because I don’t live in either my past or my future. I’m interested only in the...– The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho (via jeansandsneakers)
banditbandana asked: http://banditbandana.com/tagged/BBmusic
Listen to my song?
Listen to my song?
silentlystunt asked: Man, you are missed.
Mac Miller isn't THAT bad...
The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster...– Isaac Asimov (via uncle-iroh)
When "home" isn't home anymore.
Realized today that I’m still holding on to something, and I shouldn’t be. Letting go is a process.
Rock The Bells '11
While listening to The Roots on the way back home, I realized something. It might not be all too bad to be constantly working in the summer. If I have no time to make moves, I won’t be spending nearly as much money. So I’ll be saving even more cash. Sweet.
Now to go and cruise.
He has the keys. I want the keys. Let the mind fuckery begin.
Broke curfew tonight. I could honestly care less, too. I’ve been gone for a year on my own. Why there’s any new need for me to be home by a specific time, when I have nothing to do otherwise, is beyond me. I’ll probably take a tongue lashing in the morning. And like so many other things, I’ll endure this too.
Songs that I've been spamming repeat on constantly...
The Move - Ace da Vinci (that hook is ill. Every nigga who’s ever lived knows what that life is about) I Can’t Call It - Marz Lovejoy ft. Jason Madison & Like Hennessey part 1 - Kev Brown ft. Kenn Starr Little Person - Mayer Hawthorne
I had a long-lost 40-year-old cousin.
And through the miracle of old heads on Facebook, my dad and his respective siblings found her and her two sons. Today, there was a family gathering of sorts to get her acquainted with the rest of our kinfolk. There were to be many a good meal, merriment and laughter. I wouldn’t know, though. I went to work instead.
As of now, I work as a server at a local restaurant out here in Fort Washington, and today I pulled a double shift for the hell of it. One of my customers (who happens to be a regular) caught me completely off guard today, though. Before I even had the chance to give him the regular rehearsed introduction/drink order, he springs into life and damn near shouts “So what’s your major,...
Hey world. It took me a moment, but I’m finally starting to get it together, I think. I’m trying, for the first time in a long time.