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Just a place to put stuff. I love to drum, though I rarely ever do it.

Flying Lotus - Mmmhmm
2-shane-s:

thisiselliz:

Girl, you’re thicker than a bowl of oatmeal i’ll tell you h’wat


crunchwrapmistress

man0hman

2-shane-s:

thisiselliz:

Girl, you’re thicker than a bowl of oatmeal i’ll tell you h’wat

crunchwrapmistress
man0hman
lunkh:

coalgirls:

dreamworks dont ruin this

i like the idea of her in it but a major production company like deamworks wont do it justice

DreamWorks could smash this. They’re far enough out there. Lionsgate or Legend would be preferable though.

lunkh:

coalgirls:

dreamworks dont ruin this

i like the idea of her in it but a major production company like deamworks wont do it justice

DreamWorks could smash this. They’re far enough out there. Lionsgate or Legend would be preferable though.

(via dupont-tychem)

gamefreaksnz:

The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, Super Mario 64 and Goldeneye 007 Beaten Simultaneously in 51 Minutes by One Person. 

kissmeok:

love/couples

kissmeok:

love/couples

(via noratheexplorah)

nevver:

Barry Switzer
cremebrulee29:

The Mannings at The Grove

cremebrulee29:

The Mannings at The Grove

(via outofstateplates)

(Source: fuckingsushi, via funeralshoes)

Looking up, out and over. We talked it out; it helped.

Moving far, further, furthest. Walking it off and stretching it out as the pain comes.

Think up, up, and away until I punch the clock and shift the gears.

Windows down, raindrops beat the heat.

Upside down; destiny keeps me chunky.

I don’t believe in predestination, but I don’t think I’m supposed to be happy. I think I’m the grease to every squeaky wheel. I’m the lean-to. The middle-man. The cut-off. Because it’s always something; whether of my own doing, or that of the fallen one. There’s always an irritation. Constantly a shifting of mood or tone towards the negative. So often a deviation into stress and worry. At every outlet and intersection. And immediately after all of the good…

nevver:

The Depression…

This world is terrible and going fast. I don’t think I ever gave myself a chance. I’ve kind of known what I could and couldn’t do. But I don’t think I’ve ever actually believed in myself. I’ve never invested in me. I don’t really know how…

Waking to stale tastes and impatient faces,

praying for endurance and small graces,

I trudge through a typical revolution of this rock

with my grievances and discomforts in tow,

seeing no discernible end in sight,

and hoping for a change.