maybe when im older ill be less afraid
i dont want to come to the harsh reality of something i love turning into something i hate. i dont like business i dont like suits i dont like motherfuckers driving around in their german sportscars hedonizing their fucking salaries. i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you.
but i love you so much im going to work hard and make sure we get it right babe. make art or die trying cause at least when i die it’ll be art right?
12:02 am • 6 July 2013
a few beers and rips i’m still riveting
it’s very strange to think about a school you use to attend is now a crime scene in one of the most well know neighborhoods in the country..
i spent a good/depressing time alone in santa monica the day i transplanted myself into los angeles
all i can say about todays shootings that the government makes me concerned and obama was in town. i want to believe that i can write a letter to the president and he’ll read it. i’m afraid i dont what have to worry about it when the government already knows my text messages/emails/tweets/photos/and my nasty ass internet history
i encountered a lot of people today and asked them how their day went. there is a facade of holding back how you truly feel when i saw that there was concern about today on their mind. some expressed their thoughts others carried on with their friday
dude shits getting weird out here and i dont know if i like it
12:50 am • 8 June 2013
not quite sure how this ended up as one of my bookmarks but it all makes sense now
3:05 am • 6 June 2013