last night ben put his butt in my face. he’s still an amazing rapper, though. my liver hurts.
anyway, been thinking about “stuff”, and i’m just so happy that my friends make amazing music. and i’m happy that i get to be a little piece of something, even if no one(outside the industry) notices, or find me interesting, or loves me for it. my homies *get me*.
grieves - on the rocks
Skye - Love Show
soundtrack to too many situations that keep repeating themselves.
just a different friend, a different time, a different experience.
just for once i want to be that person that..well this song says it all.
Maria Taylor - Happenstance
gpoy
china doll in the bullpen
I love this job, but good god sometimes I hate this business. It’s all love backstage, and then the boys get brave. I gotta say, I hope your mother doesn’t listen.
It’s been assumed I’m soft or irrelevant, because I refuse to downplay my intelligence. But in the room with thugs and rap veterans, why am I the only one who’s acting like a gentleman?
For one thing there was the distance between us. Secondly, he had a dog and I’d have a cat. Above all, I was an artist and he was a scientist. Wasn’t that like oil and water?
What Samcro taught me about tumblr
It’s all about family
You better know your intel
Kings Of Convenience - Misread
One of us misread, what do you know, it happened again. Somehow I didn’t notice friendship is an end. How come no one told me all throughout history the loneliest people were the ones who always spoke the truth.
This pretty much brings us up-to-date. (not sure about the lying part, though) The creepy thing is the date, the exact date he fell off the radar. Can’t win ‘em all or make ‘em all happy, I suppose.
(via:rosne)
(Source: staypozitive)
i never meant to cause you any sorrow, i never meant to cause you any pain.
Etta James - Purple Rain
The Essential Etta James // 2010
Rest in peace, Etta. Only want to see you laughing in the purple rain.
(via:totallycoty)
Etta James - A Sunday Kind Of Love
As a little girl I used to sing this song into my hairbrush. As an 23 year old I used to sing this song with a band, smoke a smoke, and perform burlesque on stage. (Best job any girl could ask for.) RIP queen, Etta, you were one of the best of the best.


