thankfulforanotherdawn:

omg, childhood ruined

thankfulforanotherdawn:

omg, childhood ruined

(via sadpriest)

methhomework:

waka with a flocka pigeons

methhomework:

waka with a flocka pigeons

(via sadpriest)

(via fvgbastrd)

Don’t live the same year 75 times and call it a life.

Robin Sharma (via severs)

This hit me like a brick…

(via knitting-books)

(via l-weezy)

werey0uh0nestwithy0urself:

aminaabramovic:

I don’t get these posts that go like “part of me wants to be a hot girl at the bar and the other part of me wants to read and sip tea in a bookstore”

like you can wear red lipstick and a leather jacket and sip tea and dance in the rain and go to the gym and curl up in bed and get turnt the fuck up and go to church

you can literally have it all sis

the world is yours

This is the most inspiring thing I have ever read

(via manup-dowork)

satanic-cactus:

freakingkeeper:

earthquackandbcm:

bluebellgirl:

 

I couldn’t scroll past this.

"rock is evil"

People are fucking idiots

Every single person I’ve met in a punk or rock band have been the nicest people I’ve met in my life.

(via lord-breeze)

(via lulz-time)

ill-sublimimals:

phuckindope:


Michael Jordan dunks from the free-throw line


The fucking chain!

ill-sublimimals:

phuckindope:

Michael Jordan dunks from the free-throw line

The fucking chain!

(via fuckjay-z)

babeimgonnaleaveu:


Woodstock, 1969.

"They went to a psychedelic pasture to listen to their music, to be with people who dressed like them and played like them. There was a shared bond on a cosmic scale, and their elders marveled that all these kids could be in one place for three days without violence or mayhem, despite pitifully inadequate facilities and food supplies, and despite rains that fell so long and hard they would have drowned any other party. The lesson was simple: These long-haired, antiwar bra-burners and boys with beads had created a field of dreams, and perhaps from it would rise something bright and beautiful for the future."

babeimgonnaleaveu:

Woodstock, 1969.

"They went to a psychedelic pasture to listen to their music, to be with people who dressed like them and played like them. There was a shared bond on a cosmic scale, and their elders marveled that all these kids could be in one place for three days without violence or mayhem, despite pitifully inadequate facilities and food supplies, and despite rains that fell so long and hard they would have drowned any other party. The lesson was simple: These long-haired, antiwar bra-burners and boys with beads had created a field of dreams, and perhaps from it would rise something bright and beautiful for the future."

(via g-e-r-m)

(via sadpriest)

dankotaxvx:

hey mom my friends are here, ill be back later

dankotaxvx:

hey mom my friends are here, ill be back later

(via yourcup-o-tea)