Nov. 7, 2009
Quit your bitching America, people get shot in the hood all the time.
tikalumbo:
blissed: (via bringtheruckuss)
Desensitization is an interesting disease.
People get shot in the hood everyday. Does it make any shooting any less tragic? Because it happens everyday? That these soldiers who bust their asses (right or wrong) get shot up as they come home to their families from deployment, or prepare to leave them? People get shot in Queens every damn day. And I wish we had the time to learn about each case. But we don’t. Do we even care? Think about it. Probably not. The paradox of a solider, the people we trust to protect us, shooting his own, is news. The largest and one of the most secure U.S. military installations in the world getting shot up? It’s news. Day-to-day hood shootings, sadly, just aren’t. Sorry. Maybe ya’ll should quit bitching, too.
Nov. 6, 2009
This...interview.
Nov. 6, 2009
You see, everybody is somebody
But nobody wants to be themselves
and If I ever wanted to understand me
I’ll have to talk to someone else
Nov. 6, 2009
Believe in belief.
Nov. 6, 2009
Are you like, a crazy person?
I am quite sure they will say so.
Nov. 6, 2009
I don’t really wanna fight, no more.
Nov. 6, 2009
The day before a show, I usually OD on the music I’ll enjoy live the next day. Today? K’naan and Maroon 5 overdose. I can’t hear you. The music is too loud.
Nov. 6, 2009
Intellectual, sexual and still can cook.
Nov. 6, 2009
Got problems but, we love to have fun.
Nov. 6, 2009
illain:
twitter, facebook, youtube, digg, myspace, tumblr, blogspot, wikipedia.
This is really interesting and all but is it bad that as soon as I noticed a grammar error (“Wiki is an Hawaiian…” — A HAWAIIAN, YOU MORON) my eyes started to bleed and I shook with convulsions? I know, I know. it really isn’t that serious. I’m struggling to see the “larger picture” here. I still hate Twitter.
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I've never been too hot at writing about me's. It used to make me feel like a failure, as a writer. Then I got over it. I'm 21 without a clue. In my last year of college--loving and hating every moment of it. The internet is my best friend and will probably be the death of me. I'm okay with that. I write, write, write until I can't. Then I stop. I also take pictures. Oh, and music. Mmmm. Music. This is an online vault. Filled to the brim with me. In twenty years, it'll be good. I promise.
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