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People stealing personal property is the lowest of fucking lows. I hope whoever stole my shit gets fucked in some way or another. Piece of shit. It’s incredible how much of an inconvenience it is not having a phone or debit card, especially in a foreign country. I feel so fucking defeated right now.
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DERRICK HARRIOT - “The Loser”
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MARY LOU WILLIAMS - “Taurus”
My theme song, and Mary’s too
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top ranking gibbs

Joe Gibbs Record Globe, North Parade, Kingston
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These last couple of years have been some of the loneliest and uncertain times I have ever experienced and in some ways it has been nice, but in other and most ways I cannot stand it. I hope this does not continue much longer.
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el rancho verde motel | blythe, california
ig: phdonohue
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I've been in Mexico for almost two weeks now. I just started classes yesterday, two in Spanish, and I'm completely lost. My professor for one of my classes was upset yesterday that I was allowed to enter her class and I'm supposed to talk to her after my next class. Most of the students here, Mexican or not, have a vast understanding of English. How is that? Why is that learning other languages is so unimportant in the US? I feel like an idiot in that I am half Mexican and have such little understanding of Spanish. Me siento muy tonto. I was talking to this girl from Australia earlier and she was telling me and this other guy she almost dropped $1000 on a vintage Chanel jacket like it was nothing. Most of the Mexicans here have way more money than I do, as well. Walking around with Macbooks and gold jewelry. I can hardly even afford to buy a $15 meal right now. It puts me in an interesting and uncomfortable spot, as I am American but don't have half the money these other students have. Where do I fit in here? Or in Texas? Or anywhere? Additionally, all these students are my age but I feel so much older. I feel the same way in the States, but for some reason it feels worse here. Why did I have to grow up faster than others? Why can I not be young? Complete disconnect. I'm lonely and lost. Fucked.
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I don’t know if this song is meant to be sad, but it’s been a sad week and this has went along with it perfectly. Never did I think leaving the country for four and a half months would be like this.
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Some photos from the last few months. People, places, things.
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More often than not I am riding with weed in my car. On the rare occurrence I am not carrying weed, and am simultaneously sad, angry, stressed, or anxiety ridden (feelings which seem to be very prevalent lately), one of my favorite things to do to help relieve any of these feelings is riding as fast and recklessly as possible.
I will play whatever song I am feeling that day, roll my windows down, hop on the freeway, and drive 110 miles an hour while weaving in and out of cars and switching lanes in my Buick. I scare myself. I start to shake and sweat. Then once I’ve slowed down and exited off of the freeway, I can feel my negative feelings start to diminish ever so slightly and I begin to have some temporary relief.
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dude’s always ahead of the curve
causr 08 por VANDAL TEAM SUPREME
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