kids of the 80’s, we all remember our first time with this video.
RIP, MCA. Adam Yauch, you were my high school crush, my favorite Beastie Boy, and the reason I have an affinity to Jewish men..or men with Jewish noses. RIP, homie.
Can’t celebrate the life of a true Queen without glitter eyes. RIP Mark.
For those of us who knew Mark, we knew beauty.
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We sure damn did.
RIP to an inspiration, a true original, a beauty. Love and hugs to all of you out there who knew her, and who were inspired by her.
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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.
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London. Nov ‘06 Brian, myself, and Cameron, we were so happy then. Just months before the accident changed all our lives. Happy birthday, Brian, my love wherever you may be.
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Gil Scott Heron & Jamie XX -> I’m New Here
Damn. just heard about Gill Scott Heron. RIP Gil. damn. another great one.
When my papa moved to the States he stayed true to his baseball glory days. He had heard of Harmon Killebrew but now he was living in the same state as him. For my papa going from growing up poor in Acapulco, to becoming a baseball player, to moving to America- it was sort of a big deal.
From 1961-1974 Killebrew played for the Minnesota Twins. He was second to Babe Ruth for holding the most home runs in the American League. (A-Rod has broken it since). This picture was text to me from Sunday’s game. Killebrew passed today. RIP home run hero.
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RIP Gerard Smith, you talented man.
“The universe has to move forward. Pain and loss, they define us as much as happiness or love. Whether it’s a world, or a relationship… everything has its time. And everything ends.” - Sarah Jane Smith
R.I.P Elisabeth Sladen (1 February 1948 - 19 April 2011)
everyone mourns differently. some drink, some have sex, some buy things. still in shock from today’s news, i went on a long bike ride along lake michigan. i found a suitable place and opened the whiskey. i opened bukowski. i opened my camels.
i listened to Mumford and Sons on repeat. M is the only person that knows the entire story and has the pictures from that experience this past summer. txts to ohio, tweets to austin, a phone call to oregon. i wish i could be sitting, drinking whiskey with everyone that knew M. before i got back on my bike i poured some out for M. she would have wanted it this way. life is so strange. i told you March was a shitty month, didn’t i?
no. no. no.
i can’t believe i just heard the news about M. off to drink a bottle of whiskey and ride my bike around the lake. it’s what she would’ve wanted.
