sincerely,

hellaleah:

sneakerface:

(via ragetoons)

nah ah! too good to be real.

HAHAHAHA this just made my day

Lol ain’t cute no more

Something new in the works once again. I made the beat last night and finished it today. The lyrics were from an older post about boredom but I tweaked a little bit of it and added a few more to complete a 16, sketchy recording but I just wanted to get it out there and see how the instrumental sounded with words lol but anyway, hope you enjoy as always! haha love

If you can’t comprende, here’s the rhyme:

time is it? late. wait. clock tickin’ talkin’ slow poke—blaming the numbers, the seconds are monotone. oh the sound of boredom. if you could think of anything, you’d award ‘em moments with this is what we’re on, early morning, too good to be true—just a thought, mind corrupt, imagination cuffed, reality stuck. black and white negative, awaiting vivid motive, capture this out of still life, paint true colors lavishly on blank canvas. yes indeedy, blu wrote graffiti on the bus, cusp—on with the new, been here too long with past due

fuckyeahtattoos:

Life Goes On

iwantyoursoda:

ali-sin:

Fight Club

probably one of my favorite SG shoots

fuckyeahtattoos:

Submitted by Jayme.

Quote from the EE Cummings poem “My father moved through dooms of love.” Done by Cammi at Beelistic Tattoos.