“Is he metaphysically weak”
last night i fell asleep at 7 am, which is the time i usually wake up for college
and i was out of bed today at 4 pm, when i finish college
i officially did it
i officially beat the system
lmfao.
I wish tumblr had more support for video uploads. Lot of crashes…
Some organization functionality for the like feature would be good too.
“My goal is to never have a desk job. I don’t want a phone, I don’t want a computer and I don’t want to have to go to meetings and conferences and turn in bull shit reports. I want to be outside. I just want to live a comfortable life. I know these days that’s not enough for people, but it’s enough for me. If I were offered a job making 50,000 a year doing something I love, versus a job making 150,000 a year doing something I hated, I’d take the first job in a heartbeat. Because yeah, taking a trip with all of that money may be nice, but I’d rather be happy all of the time instead of just every once in a while.”
My brother is the smartest dumbass I know. The Johnson’s man, we’ve got good blood.
This kid is on point like no other. FUCK. I love JJ. Man, this is my first post of June. Good looks on the positivity!
Benson: “I just want to scream like a monkey”
Me: “Then do it”
*Starts screaming like a monkey*
<3
This is really catchy. Making a living just making music with your friends would be so cool.
“Even ones who wear the crown say wassup. That’s wassup”
Wednesday, remember. Not Thursday.
(via penabranca)
Good thing I’m realizing this at May’s end and not August.
The end of May is probably the most important time of the year for me.
A time to recover and assess the previous months and plan for the upcoming ones.
June will be a month of great music.
Gotta grab tickets to their Boston show in September ASAP.
“I’m just as fucked up as they say…”
No seriously, I’m asking, don’t just sit there weave patting and bubble gum popping
Just raging in this room, me and my memories
Seeing things in sepia
Seeing things as sounds
Round here, the kids don’t want no jobs
No business with cash, why fuck with it
My head’s low and my hands are set on pocket probe
Last is all we really know
Indirect jab at the administration
Indirect jab at the state
Wrestling with fate
It’s all the rage to just scream
“DON’T FUCK WITH ME”
No wonder the music’s just gold and skateboards and she
I’ve got all the passion and the love for the beats
Admiring the well crafted stories in the songs I love
But I’m still telling my ol’ generic story
Working the same beat
[I’ll write something better later, I wanna go outside now]
Everyone has at least seven minutes to spare to do something creative.
Attempting a verse at the moment.
I want to write verses to go along to some of the beats off of Chuck Inglish’s WRKING.
