it's a family thing

never trust a man who doesn't drink

"Son, never trust a man who doesn’t drink because he’s probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They’re the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They’re usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they’re a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can’t trust a man who’s afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It’s damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he’s heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl."- james crumley

sleepless gliding

over the city lights

watch us flying

over the streets tonight

sunday morning

watching the city sleep

dreams are shining

finally they're within reach

the heart has no language like song

nytimes article

sometimes i still miss her

i can't stop

always classy

i'm feeling like this could be real

now that i'm won

i'm feeling like this, feeling like this

never bored

zombie boy does auslander

third grade

good morning

farah

cloudburn

never see the sky

you live in a void

never go outside

'cause you're paranoid

work by shelby dimarco

esa nena se ve muy bien

todo lo que tiene le queda bien

get down

coiffure

jimi gettin his hair did

bathroom fun

doe

soldier of colors

endless summer

enjoy the days of sun

speak

give no one your voice

heart made of bits and pieces of plastic

الجميلة ‎‎‎ أمريكا‎

americas cool

so are our muslim bros

take a moment to send your energies out to those remembering their loss

bitches be crazy

gzb

sometimes I am god

if i say a man dies, he dies that same day

- pablo escobar

inject the music

and enjoy the trip

take over control

william leonard roberts ii

huuhh

vos no me conoces

entonces porque mierda me odias?

brazilian independence day

made in brazil

a native baptism

don't work too hard

happy labor day

little girl me

Trying to be like my ma

Jamming to that red record before I fit into a bra

Driving for miles and miles

An endless summer road of memories

A re-configured family, a new location

An old house, a pitched tent

It’s all the same - you can buy or you rent

Left standing on the side, our luggage on top

Curls blowing in the wind, the future of our kin

trying to hold it together with only four hands

Nobody has spoken and the tape recorder’s broken

It won’t rewind

Fuck, it won’t rewind

But still the songs stay the same

Older now

Stronger now

a simple pawn in life’s game

no one’s to blimmity blame

I need to make a name

For myself

For sanity’s sake

No drugs, no lies

Just the truth always honest always brutal but which would you prefer?

Freaking out at the tears

I realize now it’s okay to cry

They fall and fall

through heartbreak and open windows

you enter my life

no needles no blood but that pinch still exists

you were there on the mountain

when I was lost

your voice in my ear in my head

when my body felt like lead your sounds were my Samson picking me up

I’ve chained myself and I’ve lost the key

But I’m on the ground, on my knees

Searching searching, and I think I’ve found it inside of me

I think I could be you

I think you could be me

Two opposing forces that are the same

And yet I’ve found my image in you

An incandescent tail of light shining through a pane of glass through which no one can remove the E

Inside of me

There is no resisting, simply existing

California California – our pilgrimages you hold in history

In your hilly sides, but don’t you go on a diet, girl

I plan to make a life in you, a never-ending matrimony

Separation won’t exist, the only way out will be up

And the only thing I’d leave you for is the moon

i hate packing

lets be naked and forget about it