kite117:

And I would have gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling kids and your talking dog

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youngblacksamurai:

hardboiledshawty:

I just sent this to Drakes dad and I am CRYING

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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faketima:

drake is gonna write a song called “the chair” and its gonna drop at number one where he’s just rapping about his experience in that video seeing gods he doesn’t even believe in

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validx2:

unholywriting:

I can’t.


Yall niggas fast

rubybellucci:

*watches anaconda video*

me: *does 100 squats*

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mvgl:

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air 2x09 - “Cased Up” (November 11, 1991)

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dope-mag:

Adam Driver for GQ [Aug 2014]
Life’s shitty, and we’re all gonna die. You have friends, and they die. You have a disease, someone you care about has a disease, Wall Street people are scamming everyone, the poor get poorer, the rich get richer. That’s what we’re surrounded by all the time. We don’t understand why we’re here, no one’s giving us an answer, religion is vague, your parents can’t help because they’re just people, and it’s all terrible, and there’s no meaning to anything. What a terrible thing to process! Every. Day. And then you go to sleep. But then sometimes, things can suspend themselves for like a minute, and then every once in a while there’s something where you find a connection.”

anthonymackies:

Adam Driver photographed by Paola Kudacki for GQ (September, 2014).

friend just messaged me saying, “so this happened.”

gravityeye:

NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA suck it.

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threelisabeth:

so sorry for my delayed response to this email, i have been very swamped being a confused and frightened idiot who can’t do basic life tasks like respond to her emails

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sullenxriot:

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin’
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin’
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton