88th:

why does every eminem lyric sound like it’s from a teenage serial killer’s diary

(via krakenguts)

I couldn’t handle school. I just felt like it wasn’t for me. I felt like the outcast. No one understood me. So I dropped out. Don’t judge me for that, but you already are. I wanted to follow my dreams. School wasn’t for me. Well, I followed my dreams. I’m successful too. The girl I loved was still with me. The only other girl in the world that cared about me was with me. I was on top of the world. I was touching the sky. I felt good. I was the best and I wanted people to know it. People began to judge me. Telling me I’m arrogant and self centered. Why? Well because I poured my soul into my art and spoke from the heart. I didn’t let that phase me. The unexpected then happened. The only girl that truly loved me past away. The other one that I loved broke my heart. My life began to go into a downward motion. I was lost. Heartbreaks took over my life. I was still judged. I was the self centered egotistic jerkoff everyone loved to hate. Then I found another girl and I let her into my life. It’s hard to open up when you’ve gone through what I have. But I did and I loved her and she loved me. I regrettably made bad mistakes. I’m human and I learned from them. Apparently the girl that I loved, The girl that I let into my life didn’t see it that way and left me. I was heart broken again. I left. I wanted to disappear. I did just that. Now I’m back and loved by some and hated by others because I’m human and I’ve made mistakes. Mistakes of speaking my mind and mistakes of letting others into my life. I am Kanye West. I’m just like you. Human.

- Kanye West

(via hiphoplaboratory)


Eminem talking about his father leaving him at a young age
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Eminem talking about his father leaving him at a young age
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Eminem talking about his father leaving him at a young age
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Eminem talking about his father leaving him at a young age
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Eminem talking about his father leaving him at a young age
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nyctaeus:

Josh Kline, ‘Skittles’, 2014
Kline presents Skittles, an industrial refrigerator containing smoothies produced by the artist using unconventional and poetic combinations of ingredients including kale chips, squid ink, sneakers, phone bills, and pepper spray. Each smoothie stands as a portrait of a different contemporary lifestyle. When grouped together, they evoke a landscape of aspiration, taste, and – at times – deprivation in a metropolis like New York City.
nyctaeus:

Josh Kline, ‘Skittles’, 2014
Kline presents Skittles, an industrial refrigerator containing smoothies produced by the artist using unconventional and poetic combinations of ingredients including kale chips, squid ink, sneakers, phone bills, and pepper spray. Each smoothie stands as a portrait of a different contemporary lifestyle. When grouped together, they evoke a landscape of aspiration, taste, and – at times – deprivation in a metropolis like New York City.
nyctaeus:

Josh Kline, ‘Skittles’, 2014
Kline presents Skittles, an industrial refrigerator containing smoothies produced by the artist using unconventional and poetic combinations of ingredients including kale chips, squid ink, sneakers, phone bills, and pepper spray. Each smoothie stands as a portrait of a different contemporary lifestyle. When grouped together, they evoke a landscape of aspiration, taste, and – at times – deprivation in a metropolis like New York City.
nyctaeus:

Josh Kline, ‘Skittles’, 2014
Kline presents Skittles, an industrial refrigerator containing smoothies produced by the artist using unconventional and poetic combinations of ingredients including kale chips, squid ink, sneakers, phone bills, and pepper spray. Each smoothie stands as a portrait of a different contemporary lifestyle. When grouped together, they evoke a landscape of aspiration, taste, and – at times – deprivation in a metropolis like New York City.
nyctaeus:

Josh Kline, ‘Skittles’, 2014
Kline presents Skittles, an industrial refrigerator containing smoothies produced by the artist using unconventional and poetic combinations of ingredients including kale chips, squid ink, sneakers, phone bills, and pepper spray. Each smoothie stands as a portrait of a different contemporary lifestyle. When grouped together, they evoke a landscape of aspiration, taste, and – at times – deprivation in a metropolis like New York City.
nyctaeus:

Josh Kline, ‘Skittles’, 2014
Kline presents Skittles, an industrial refrigerator containing smoothies produced by the artist using unconventional and poetic combinations of ingredients including kale chips, squid ink, sneakers, phone bills, and pepper spray. Each smoothie stands as a portrait of a different contemporary lifestyle. When grouped together, they evoke a landscape of aspiration, taste, and – at times – deprivation in a metropolis like New York City.

nyctaeus:

Josh Kline, ‘Skittles’, 2014

Kline presents Skittles, an industrial refrigerator containing smoothies produced by the artist using unconventional and poetic combinations of ingredients including kale chips, squid ink, sneakers, phone bills, and pepper spray. Each smoothie stands as a portrait of a different contemporary lifestyle. When grouped together, they evoke a landscape of aspiration, taste, and – at times – deprivation in a metropolis like New York City.

(via help404)

semirevolutionairy:

where you’ll find me now//neutral milk hotel

but i let you down,
swollen and small is where you’ll find me now,
with that silver stripping off
from my tongue you’re tearing out,
and you’ll never hear me talk.

all i could want is silver and spinning
out from your arms and into the pretty 
pit of your heart - so simply and softly we’d flow

(via help404)

corporatetimethief:

try not to get caught up 
try to think like a machine
focus in on the task
try not to think about what it means

(via help404)

bogleech:

Aptera fusca looks so much like an oil painting

monobeartheater:

verylittlebird:

a magician asks you to pick a card - any card, in fact. you do. they ask you to put the card back in the pack - anywhere in the pack, in fact. you do. they walk away. ten years later, your wife gives birth to the six of clubs. “is this your card?” the midwife asks, in a familiar voice.

what the fuck

(via skubaticket)