Saw this on Facebook. Ha.

Saw this on Facebook. Ha.

posted : Sunday, March 30th, 2014

"Maybe I deserve
For you to say he’s coming into town
(later on this evening)
You was just wondering if you and him can hang out
I don’t like it, but I know I gotta trust you
It ain’t cool cause I know its true…”

Bruh!!

posted : Monday, November 25th, 2013

dresslikeasaprocky:

Belt: Hermes Big H Belt Buckle

Bang.

dresslikeasaprocky:

Belt: Hermes Big H Belt Buckle

Bang.

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posted : Sunday, November 24th, 2013

reblogged from : NEW WAVE ORDER

Dat PMF.

Dat PMF.

posted : Saturday, October 26th, 2013

ha

ha

posted : Sunday, October 20th, 2013

October 18, 1996.That day, the universe gave me another little sister. A short time after I heard the news, cradled in the arms of my mother, loosely tucked in a wool, yellow blanket, eyes shut, sleeping, granting me the privilege of realizing her before she had the chance to realize me, Renee Oeisha Thompson was carried into a room I shared with my parents and eldest sister. That’s the complete picture. Today marks that beautiful day, and my mind can’t seem to latch on to enough words as it works to make sense of my feelings; there isn’t anything I can write and say that’ll make this occasion easier to handle. Frankly, no one can tell me anything that’ll make this better. I choose not to be overwhelmed by blessings, wishes and hopes.Don’t get me wrong: I’m not complaining about anything here, and I don’t sob at the pit of my own misfortune on a daily basis—but, when I do, I make sure that it’s private, just as Renee was private. Part of what gets me through is the question of whether I’d truly accept—if I could—my sister facing my own death if I were to somehow trade places with her right before she was killed. What if it was me? What if it was my other sister, my mother or father. Today, she’d have to fight what would be the same emptiness I feel, the anger, the regrets related to what could have been said and done prior to ‘the trough’, the ‘climactic anticlimax’, even for the most trivial of conversations we had as siblings. To us, the family, Renee’s 17th birthday may not be a “happy” day, but when I think about the pain my little sister would feel if she were alive to see the tragedy play out differently, I can’t help but at least count that this day is worry-free. I don’t have to worry about her, and she doesn’t have to worry about me and everyone else.The record should ALWAYS show that I love Renee. I’d wish her a very happy 17th birthday, and I’m sure she’d skeptically say, “Yeah, thanks, Greg” - with a smile, of course.

October 18, 1996.

That day, the universe gave me another little sister. A short time after I heard the news, cradled in the arms of my mother, loosely tucked in a wool, yellow blanket, eyes shut, sleeping, granting me the privilege of realizing her before she had the chance to realize me, Renee Oeisha Thompson was carried into a room I shared with my parents and eldest sister. That’s the complete picture. 

Today marks that beautiful day, and my mind can’t seem to latch on to enough words as it works to make sense of my feelings; there isn’t anything I can write and say that’ll make this occasion easier to handle. Frankly, no one can tell me anything that’ll make this better. I choose not to be overwhelmed by blessings, wishes and hopes.

Don’t get me wrong: I’m not complaining about anything here, and I don’t sob at the pit of my own misfortune on a daily basis—but, when I do, I make sure that it’s private, just as Renee was private. 

Part of what gets me through is the question of whether I’d truly accept—if I could—my sister facing my own death if I were to somehow trade places with her right before she was killed. What if it was me? What if it was my other sister, my mother or father. Today, she’d have to fight what would be the same emptiness I feel, the anger, the regrets related to what could have been said and done prior to ‘the trough’, the ‘climactic anticlimax’, even for the most trivial of conversations we had as siblings. 

To us, the family, Renee’s 17th birthday may not be a “happy” day, but when I think about the pain my little sister would feel if she were alive to see the tragedy play out differently, I can’t help but at least count that this day is worry-free. I don’t have to worry about her, and she doesn’t have to worry about me and everyone else.

The record should ALWAYS show that I love Renee. I’d wish her a very happy 17th birthday, and I’m sure she’d skeptically say, “Yeah, thanks, Greg” - with a smile, of course.

posted : Friday, October 18th, 2013

foreverlonerxd:

notwhatyoudthink:

This just made my day

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foreverlonerxd:

notwhatyoudthink:

This just made my day

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posted : Sunday, October 13th, 2013

reblogged from : PoeticSongstress

posted : Sunday, September 15th, 2013

Without the bag.

Without the bag.

posted : Friday, September 6th, 2013

gifbinge:

Hat tricks 2.0

gifbinge:

Hat tricks 2.0

posted : Friday, September 6th, 2013

reblogged from : why SO THICK???

I just drew up and vectorized my face. Figured I’d use this in certain places (like my personal site) rather than a picture of my real face. It’s much more abstract, and it’s easy to personalize and stamp everywhere. I might draw a more cartoony version soon. 

I just drew up and vectorized my face. Figured I’d use this in certain places (like my personal site) rather than a picture of my real face. It’s much more abstract, and it’s easy to personalize and stamp everywhere. I might draw a more cartoony version soon. 

posted : Friday, September 6th, 2013

posted : Monday, September 2nd, 2013

posted : Monday, August 26th, 2013

reblogged from : Mr. McNasty

posted : Saturday, August 24th, 2013

posted : Monday, August 19th, 2013