As a Canadian I will always support Drake because he’s not only Canadian but a Torontonian. But don’t tell me you’d rather make love while Drake is playing than The Pharcyde. Don’t let mainstream fool you.
When I hear 15-16 year olds talk about Hip Hop they instantly mention Drake, Wiz, Lil Wayne and possibly Nicki Minaj. Cool. They all have their own sound and following and of course have popped out some sick songs. But when I think of Hip Hop I think of Pac, ATCQ and you know, The Pharcyde. Good music. The old skool beat with a flow that took your panties off and made you crave more. I’ll never argue that today’s Hip Hop is shit but it is shit when compared to the 90’s and that I won’t apologize for.
If you call me trash I’ll assume you’re a dried up rash that doesn’t get scratched. Don’t be bitter because I’m living my life and you’re still wondering why you’re not going anywhere with yours.
Peace.
(Source: xohernandez)
Music allows me the freedom to be free.
(Source: nerdlikejazzy)
Do you believe in the ability to contact spirits regardless if it’s on your own with friends or with a “professional”?
I, like many others, have tried my attempt with the Ouija board. Myself along with my best friend. Is it shiver worthy? Yes. Is it enticing? More than so. Asking juvenile questions of course. But once you get into it and your mind is concentrated you start to think of the questions that have more than enough meaning.
Palms get sweaty. Heart races. You start to imagine things. Or are you?
I find it rather interesting that most of us live life trying to find the answers to it yet when faced with the possibility to find out the answers we curl up like a worm attacked with salt. Why is that?
Standing on top of my world I was able to look from the outside in, and see the light shine inside me from their eyes. I finally saw what they have been seeing all these years and what they have been attracted to; my life.
You spoil me on the regular with your love, your wisdom and your endless support. I often think I don’t deserve you and the way you’ve carried me these past 10 years. You’ve saved my life, literally, and that will be the greatest gift you’ll ever be able to give me. I love you and everything you stand for.
BUFF.
(Source: i-am-the-oracular-spectacular, via odd4life)
When I was younger I thought no one understood me and that I was all alone with the things that I thought and the way my soul carried itself. When I got older and my mind started to develop thoughts that no one should know about, I was worried that everyone knew what I was thinking. That I was weird. A freak. I didn’t want anyone to get close to me in fear that’d they’d find out my world of thoughts and think something was wrong with me.Now that my mind is on a constant journey that consists of developing the best, though at times “weird”, thoughts I’m beyond happy and grateful that I’ve found someone who completely gets all the weird, insane, funny and nonsense things that run through me on a daily basis.
(via psycho-nautical)
Between my reality and fantasy I created a world of crazy. It’s where I come to hide and play when the world gets chaotic. Here, only I know the rules I play by.
I always win.
I’ve witnessed that for most people it’s easier for them to open up their hearts and love those who are around them than to dislike. For me, that could not be further from the truth.
I’m a lovable person and I also love those who I love with loyalty and devotion. I am known to let a select few into my most inner circle of life. That’s how it has always been. Does it make me intolerable? Negative. Does it mean I’m anti-social? No. I socialize. A lot. Doesn’t mean I have to befriend everyone I talk to. But it also doesn’t mean I dislike them. I simply stay neutral.
Hate is a strong word but I don’t have a better one to describe the step between it and dislike. When I don’t like someone, I don’t like them. My opinion rarely changes. With the exception of 2 circumstances it’s not hard, nor has it ever been hard, for me to brush someone off and move on. If you’ve double crossed me it won’t take me a double look to let you go. I don’t give second chances because that gives you the second opportunity to [try] and get away with imbecile tactics. Life.
When it comes to loving someone you must be vulnerable yet secure enough with yourself to let someone in at that level. That level of intimacy has never been easy enough for me to do repetitively.
To get to know people you must open up to a certain extent and let them in on your life’s journey. I don’t have many people I trust with telling certain things I have done. I don’t necessarily like the idea of doing that over and over.
My life may not be completely and totally private but it’s private enough.
I suppose a lot of it comes down to trust and the issues that come along with it.
is it easier for you to love than to not? Let me know your inputs.
My best friend is the pencil to my cassette tape. When I get unraveled and out of control she reels me back in and sets me right.