Please watch the video.

I’m getting scared as fuck to be alive right now.


Don’t let it disappear. Not now, not ever.


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guys someone did it


guys someone did it

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I’m throwing lit matches at a box of dynamite, seeing how close I can get before this all blows up in my face.





might be the rawest pic I ever seen. and he got a bag of chips in his hand


With his dreads and his american flag shirt, this is everything

Rockets’ red glare indeed.

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If you live in the United States and you are not currently angry. You should be.

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What the fucks happening in Ferguson?


Alright, i’m gonna sit down and basically explain the situation in this ask so everyone of my followers knows why i’m so pissed.

Michael Brown, a 17 - 18 year old african american boy was unlawfully shot (8-10 times supposedly) by police in St Louis, Missouri on saturday, august 9th, 2014. He was unarmed, and had done nothing to attract suspicion other than the fact that he was black. His body was left in the street for 4 hours. (EDIT: i’ve discovered that the Brown family wishes for any and all photos of Michael lying in the streets to be removed. please respect this and do so)

There are several claims from witnesses (see: Dorian Johnson’s account and video [HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING UP ON HIS ACCOUNT, ITS VERY SPECIFIC] — Brown’s friend who experienced the situation first hand, La’Toya Cash and Phillip Walker— Ferguson residents nearby the incident),  that fall together in generally close claims. However, the only one who’s claim seems out of place is the police officer’s who shot Brown. Who, by the way, is put off on paid administrative leave AND who’s name remained under anonymity for his safety (However, attorney Benjamin Crump is looking for a way to force release his name). He claims that Brown began to wrestle the officer for his gun and tried attacking him after he told Brown and his friend Dorian Johnson (22) to “get the f*ck on the sidewalk”.

According to Johnson, after a minor confrontation on the officer’s part where he grabbed Brown by the neck and then by the shirt, the officer pulled his gun on Brown and shot him at point blank range on the right side of his body. Brown and Johnson were able to get away briefly and started running. However, Brown was shot in the back, supposedly disabling him from getting very far. He turned around with his arms in the air and said “I don’t have a gun, stop shooting!” By this point, Brown and the officer were face to face as the cop shot him several times in the face and chest until he was finally dead. Johnson ran to his apartment and by the sound of his account, seemingly had some sort of panic attack. Later he emerged from his home to see Brown still laying in the streets. People were gathered with their cellphones, screaming at the police.

According to msnbc, the police refuse to interview Johnson at all, despite his amazing courage to come forward. They didn’t wanna hear it. They only listened to the cop’s account of it all and were vague with the media on what they thought happened. They’ve also refused to commit to a timeline in releasing autopsy results and other investigation information.

Numerous rumors are sweeping around such as Brown stealing candy from a QuickTrip, the store he emerged from calling the cops on him, Brown reaching for a gun, Brown attacking the cop first, ect. But these have all been debunked. (I know a lot of these have been debunked, but im having a hard time finding sources. if anyone could help out and link some legit ones id be SO grateful)

The event in and of itself was terrible, but now it has escalated beyond belief. Around 100 or more people, mostly black, went to the police station to protest peacefully. Things quickly turned bad as martial law got involved and authorities were bringing in K9s, tanks, heavy artillery, ect. The heavy police presence only made things worse as riots began to break out and looting and vandalism started. [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]

Now, as of very recently, the media has been banned from Ferguson. There is also a No-Fly zone above Ferguson for the reason of “ TO PROVIDE A SAFE ENVIRONMENT FOR LAW ENFORCEMENT ACTIVITIES ” as said on the Federal Aviation Commission’s website. Cop cars are lined up on the borders to prevent people from entering/leaving. Media outlets are being threatened with arrest. It completely violates our amendments and everything.

It’s becoming increasingly scary and difficult to find out whats going on over there. I’m afraid this is all the information I have, though. If anybody else knows anything about the situation, please feel free to add on or correct any mistakes i’ve made as i’m no expert on writing these things.

And as a personal favor, i’d really appreciate anyone to give this a reblog in order to spread the word. I think it’s a shame that this is going on in our own country yet so few people know about it. Help me make this topic huge and get this as much attention as possible.

It’s been a while since I posted a selfie, so here ya go

It’s been a while since I posted a selfie, so here ya go


I don’t need alcohol to make bad decisions

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[untitled mix, vol. 1]

(Note: Links below are YouTube videos for each song. Links to the full playlist appear at the bottom of this list.)

Fanshawe" by El Ten Eleven
Oviedo" by Blind Pilot
Darden Road" by Beta Radio
Soco Amaretto Lime" by Brand New
The Taste of Ink" by The Used
Face Down" by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
War Pigs/Luke’s Wall" by Black Sabbath
Negative Thinking" by The Death Set
Girl" by Das Racist
Circuital" by My Morning Jacket
See You Soon" by PlayRadioPlay!

FULL PLAYLIST: Spotify YouTube

"Fanshawe" by El Ten Eleven

I’m not afraid of working some 9-5 corporate job. I’m not afraid of wearing the shoes, the collared shirt, the tie. I can survive that.

What I’m afraid of is it sneaking up on me. I’m afraid of the attitude, the culture, seeping into my bones. I’m afraid of unconsciously living the phrase “Time is money.” I’m afraid of losing all semblance of motivation, of drive, that isn’t derived from being a good little worker bee. I’m afraid of waking up one day and realizing I’ve stopped living and started dying. I’ve afraid of going to bed a writer and waking up a former one.

This is what I meant when I said I completely fucked up my car about a year ago.

I miss that car.

[I will avoid driving at all costs in September]

About a year ago, I wrote a piece about turning 20. Things were shitty. I wrecked my car on my way to work, my soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend was distancing herself from me, and I took the semester off from school.

Looking back, things have gotten better. I got a better car than the one I had before. I’ve gotten over my ex. I’m back in school again.

Although some things have improved, I still feel incredibly alone and isolated. Most of my close friends live in different towns, and I’m terrible at making new friends on my own. All I’ve really done this summer is work. It feels like such a waste.

I feel like I’m running on a treadmill.

I want to feel like I’m actually doing something with my life. I’m tired of waiting for things to happen. I want to start living. I’m tired of routine. I crave excitement.

It’s clear that it’s time for change. I just wish I knew what needed to change…



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