gravity-burst.

(via everclearjones) who’s with me?

(via sex-pun) accurate.

ayo, who forgot to tell him to comb out his curls?

tried to sit and drink eying this one teenage love affair

across from us without cracking up. this moment made into a movie would have ‘she’s playing hard to get’ by hi-five swell in the background. complete with cheesy dance moves, geometric vests, and keyboard adornment.

you know when you have to be somewhere

but you keep telling yourself “5 more minutes of internetting” over and over again?
that is my ultimate GPOY. (via sade)

(via vagabondevil) look over the eyesore of ‘each other’ coming together as one word.

smart went crazy.

generally, giving into the cliché that the things you’re afraid of are usually the most worthwhile is easy. but with age comes cynicism, so don’t you ever feel like cynicism is more than completely justified? that it’s warranted, no matter what the outcome is?

why does “cynical” have to come with a negative connotation anyway? why can’t it just be interchangeable with “educated” and just mean the complete opposite of “naive”?

because the front may be “if i cried a little, died a little, at least i knew i lived,” but truthfully? you want a fucking break. you want the answers spoon-fed. you’re tired of caring about not acting like you care. because when you actually live, your world gets turned upside down, you collect your share of “bruised and battered,” and maybe you keep a shred of your dignity and a blessing or two.

which, is great. and all what you would deem “worthwhile”.

but like the stock market, rather than short selling you go for the margin buy and hope for the damn thing to rise. but people forget the risk doesn’t always pay off. you want to give a shit that this may be a “once in a lifetime opportunity” but there’s no one there to tell you you’re gonna get fucked over 50,000 Gs or that hey, maybe you should just play it safe… only the silver lining shit exists. glowing in the distance.

honestly, how does that even make sense?
shouldn’t “cynical” just be interchangeable with “smart”, too?

i applaud all the believers in the world though. i ain’t knockin’ you.

but it’s not for me. you embrace the world in a way a 3 y.o. and charlotte york would and i secretly envy your ability to see puppies and rainbows 24/7.

i keep having these brutally violent dreams.

i wonder what that says about my mental health right now. (via douglasmartini)

look at the baby!

reflections on the blue line.

things i made note of on my phone to write about later. some relevant, some i forget.

• think this smelly, snoring, sprawled out lady missed her stop already?
• job rejection e-mails
• beaten & battered briefcases
• pop rocks, cow tails, and charleston chews
• cinematographers
• really, the sequined halter top wasn’t enough?
• teenybopper PDA
• the $530 million brown line renovation… already falling apart
• CTA surveillance tapes — think of all the stupid shit you don’t see every day
• branford marsalis
• gender-bashing agendas
• 10-second rule does not apply here, gross
• just because it’s hermes doesn’t make it an investment piece
• iPad/other tablet-esque device usage on any mode of public transporation
• thank you, green city market
• hello, chatterbox
• gotta learn how to cook pad khee mao for jonesing for thai food days
• young, fabulous, and busted
• criteria for neurotic characters
• seriously, this lady stinks

sometimes.

i read stuff of my much younger followers and it baffles me how much they’ve found themselves [or at least seem to have] at the age of 17.

“finding myself” didn’t happen til college and even now at 25 i’m still trying to make things happen. the 16 year version of me had that stereotypical teen angst but still rocked abercrombie every once in a while to not feel out of place and what have you.

(cue eye rolls)

wish i could make a more profound statement on the matter, but there isn’t one. what it boils down to? naive then, sadder and wiser now, in complacency. excluding some key elements such as my current career path though, i’m in all sense of the word content.

these cats are just much more assertive being their own at 17 than i ever was.

if it wasn’t for music,

i’d be one unstable individual. (via monsterambitions)

overheard on the green line:

‘baby, yous my ashtray’

and ‘teddy bear’ and ‘nicki minaj’ and ‘ranch to my hot waaangz’ (verbatim)

all this in a span of 2 minutes. well then. so, i have to ask:

what are some of the weirdest terms of endearment you’ve come across?

(via ellens) the reason i run into so many problems, when they could easily be avoided.

speaking of l. boogie…

ever noticed how upcoming shows featuring her always always always blow up a killer picture of her back in the day like this:

or this (the more popular one):

when we all know nowadays she looks like this:

hmm, no one seems to want to use a recent pic of her. amiright or amiright?

but can’t keep a good woman down.

she is still a queen.
she still sets the bar for excellence.
and i still love the fuck outta her.