You don’t know Oakland until you’ve lived here. 

ryanxairways:

Smashing Pumpkins - Mayonaise (Acoustic) [Live In London]

needed this

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theharderharmonies:

No rose, no sky as full of the beauty of the girl who dies but rises with every morning’s sun,

Alone.

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ArtistHave Heart
Titleno roses, no skies
AlbumSongs To Scream At The Sun

vogue-pussyxo:

God bless him.

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asker

Anonymous asked: One of the saddest and most hil- NO BITCH, the sad thing here is the fact that you're a stripper. If you want respect, maybe you should've graduated high school. 😂😂 when did stripping become a legitimate career?

fastcheapgreat:

stripperina:

Awww, you tried so hard, but unfortunately I can’t hear you over the sound of my debt-free college degree and massive disposable income.

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love this so so so so so much

fluffymb:

The moment when the table turns.

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Holding the kid hostage. (at Golden Gate Bridge)

Holding the kid hostage. (at Golden Gate Bridge)

Typos are cool.

PS: The son she’s referring to is our dog. We don’t have kids…yet.
PPS: I was referring to T Swift. I don’t know who the fuck to swift is.

Typos are cool.

PS: The son she’s referring to is our dog. We don’t have kids…yet.

PPS: I was referring to T Swift. I don’t know who the fuck to swift is.

brooklynbasics:

the-8ae-reloaded:

timothydelaghetto:

90sdefect:

If I was dude, I was bussing on demand and wouldn’t have given a single fuck.

oh my Janet… Lawd

every time i see this I’m like…in awe

Like I would die

I’m wet

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“So, while you’re fixing up your bed and while you’re organizing drawers, could you just listen to the problems had with problems of yours. and What’s that note you’re writing there? Why are you giving me this back? This was a gift from when we met back when you weren’t so upset.” 

I called in sick from your funeral. 
The sight of your body made me feel uncomfortable. 
I couldn’t recognize your shell. 

Your branching off had met an end from all the weight that made you bend. 
and When you tried to shed your leaves you pined for warmth as they said “your lack of love for your dear self is sapping all of us here out. Trace your roots back to the ground work out the knotholes for yourself.” 

I called in sick from your funeral. 
The sight of your family made me feel responsible. 
and I found the notes you left behind; little hints and helpless cries, desperate wishing to be over. 

You said you’re trapped in your body 
and getting deeper every day. 
They diagnosed you born that way. 
They say in runs in your family. 
A conscious erasure of working class background 
where despair trickles down 
imbalanced chemical crutch. Open up. Swallow down. 
You said “remember me for me. I need to set my spirit free.” 

I called in sick from your funeral. 
Tradition of closure nearly felt impossible. 
I should have never gave my word to you; 
not a cry not a sound. 
Might have learned how to swim but never taught how to drown, 
you said “remember me for me”. I watched you set your spirit free.

ArtistThe Hotelier
TitleYour Deep Rest
AlbumHome, Like Noplace Is There

“You’re only given one little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it."  - Robin Williams [July 29th 1951 - August 11th 2014]


My heart is broken.

You’re only given one little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it."
Robin Williams
[July 29th 1951 - August 11th 2014]

My heart is broken.

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My most recent set up. Keeping it simple.

My most recent set up. Keeping it simple.

Saturday morning cuddles with the babe.

Saturday morning cuddles with the babe.