Natatawa ako.
Truth be told, I still like the idea of us.
I called you this morning by the way, I thought you’d wanna get breakfast but your phone was off. I was gonna leave a voicemail but I hesitated, I chose to hang up.
I WAS ANXIOUS LIKE SHIT.
I drove on the freeway with all my windows down. Morning breeze touching my face as if it was telling me to chill because everything was gonna be okay. I felt secured even if I was flying through the interstate. Best feeling. In a long time.
People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are “The Advertisers” and they are laughing at you.
You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.
Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.
You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.
– Bansky. this is most appropriate after my readings tonight (consumption + culture). (via so-treu) Via BELOW THE HEAVENS
fuhhh… this hatchback is clean as fuhhhkk… too bad he put ugly rims on it lol. i bet someone already picked it up though Q.Q
(Source: bonafide-hustlah)
Via CALIFORNIA REPUBLIC ♔
I got hit by a truck
full of reality.
Sense bitch-slapped the fuck outta me. I wish I could just hit the bitch back. Rough. I guess this is what they call being an adult. I still deny it. Gotta start making moves soon though.
Wale
Pretty Girls
feat. Gucci Mane & Weensey from Backyard Band
BWAHAHAHAAHAHA
