"My sails are always ready, my anchor always stowed. And though I found my harbor, I set sail again, because that’s what ships were meant to do."
-- Prescott Reynolds
—leyn:

pug life

Oh my God. That joke was right there.

—leyn:

pug life

Oh my God. That joke was right there.

(Source: togifs)


Oh my God.

#tumblrpeopleIwishIknewIRL


Rap Sheet
  • Brooklyn Boy: I really want to play on the playground, but I don't want the police to kick me out again.
  • Me: Again?
  • Brooklyn Boy: Yeah. It's happened three times already.
  • Me: You are officially my most favorite person ever.

GPO-My Brother & Me

GPO-My Brother & Me

(Source: thats-so-raven)


❝I used to think they called it “The Hood” because everyone wore hoodies. When I realized that “hood” was short for “neighborhood,” my mind. was. blown. Since then I have made great strides in understanding the characteristics of Thug Culture.❞
(Van The Man)


living-on-such-sweet-n0thing:

i love you.

Excerpts from today's conversations
  • Me: This is a Thug Hat, not a Homeless Hat. Know the difference!
  • ...
  • The Brother: You ain't more thug.
  • Me: Well, I'm the one wearing the thug hat.
  • The Brother: That's like saying Dumb is the smart one in Dumb & Dumber.
  • Me: Well, he is, because English.
  • ...
  • Me: Dejame en paz!
  • The brother: You think talking in that crazy ching-chong language I don't understand is gonna make me stop?

Spending my Friday night installing The Sims 3 on my laptop. Goodbye all remaining productivity.


animalstalkinginallcaps:

NO, I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR TUG-OF-WAR. I’VE GOT TO GO MEET MY FELLOW GANG MEMBERS FOR SOME CINNABON. 
I MEAN A KNIFE FIGHT.
WE’VE GOT TO GO GET IN A DEADLY KNIFE FIGHT AGAINST SOME PUNK ASSES TRYING TO INVADE OUR TURF, THEN WE’RE GOING TO THE MUSEUM.
… TO SELL DRUGS AND SHIT, OBVIOUSLY. BECAUSE THAT’S HOW WE DO.
DON’T WAIT UP.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

NO, I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR TUG-OF-WAR. I’VE GOT TO GO MEET MY FELLOW GANG MEMBERS FOR SOME CINNABON. 

I MEAN A KNIFE FIGHT.

WE’VE GOT TO GO GET IN A DEADLY KNIFE FIGHT AGAINST SOME PUNK ASSES TRYING TO INVADE OUR TURF, THEN WE’RE GOING TO THE MUSEUM.

… TO SELL DRUGS AND SHIT, OBVIOUSLY. BECAUSE THAT’S HOW WE DO.

DON’T WAIT UP.