(via dirtand-roses) (via killerinstinct) all day, every day.

(via dirtand-roses) (via killerinstinctall day, every day.

outdated references in ‘bug a boo’ by destiny’s child

  • “you make me wanna throw my pager out the window”
  • “tell MCI to cut the phone calls”
  • “have AOL make my emails stop” (via kl7)

(via michaelmcgee) (via bitchville)

(via michaelmcgee(via bitchville)

what do you guys think is inside lebron’s tiny man purse? (via nbaoffseason) (via hoopsmixtape)

what do you guys think is inside lebron’s tiny man purse?
(via nbaoffseason) (via hoopsmixtape)

(via beatsbluntsbs) (via afakasi) for your entertainment.

(via beatsbluntsbs) (via afakasi) for your entertainment.

the gestation period for celebrity children

is roughly 3 months. (via throwing-milkshakes-at-cars)

(Source: throwingmilkshakesatcars)

(via throwing-milkshakes-at-cars) yup, pretty much.
(via theessentialsofcool) well ain’t that a trip.

(via theessentialsofcool) well ain’t that a trip.

(via blissed)

(via dharrison) well, this is hilarious.

(via dharrison) well, this is hilarious.

(via theessentialsofcool) dying!

(via theessentialsofcool) dying!

eating a rodeo burger and thinking of you.
(via conozco) this this and this. when am i not a season rusher?
kent: why aren’t you wearing a jacket?me: it’s nice out. er, at least it was beautiful out earlier.kent: you do know it’ll be like, 30 degrees later tonight.me: (shrug) oh well.

(via conozco) this this and this. when am i not a season rusher?

kent: why aren’t you wearing a jacket?
me: it’s nice out. er, at least it was beautiful out earlier.
kent: you do know it’ll be like, 30 degrees later tonight.
me: (shrug) oh well.

#englishmajorbasketballteam

sometimes i fucking love twitter.

the court of monte cristo
a derrick rose for emily
once more unto the lane, dear friends
frost/knicks
i know why larry bird sings
jane air
as i layup dying
the free thoreaus
middlemarch-madness
the importance of being irving (johnson)

(via staceyjoy) (source twitter)

.....fleeting moments and the daily grind.

from the city of wind, in a love-hate tango with nostalgia, doubts there'll ever be a point when common will not be relevant, revels in (eases) life's cherry pits, and fueled by words & beats.