Staten Island = Wu-Tang.
NYC mapped out by the birthplace of rappers.
via Very Small Array
“Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack.”
Staten Island = Wu-Tang.
NYC mapped out by the birthplace of rappers.
via Very Small Array
“Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack.”
When he dropped the last piece back onto the table he turned abruptly and kissed me, full on the mouth. I let him. He looked at me in surprise.
“You don’t mind?” he asked. I said no — should I? He seemed shocked. “That’s disgusting,” he said. “At least you could have pushed me away. Otherwise I might get the idea I could do anything I wanted to.” I smiled and told him to go ahead. By now he was thrown completely off the track. I knew very well he didn’t know what he wanted to do — or even whether — and I had the idea that by saying, placidly, yes, I would discourage him from doing anything at all. So I said, “I’m at your disposition.” He looked at me cautiously, then said, “Are you in love with me?” I said I couldn’t guarantee that, but at least I liked him and I felt very much at ease with him and I saw no reason for setting up in advance any limits to our relationship. Again he said, “That’s disgusting. How do you expect me to seduce anyone under conditions like that? If you’re not going to resist — well, then it’s out of the question. I’ll have to think it over.”
“Life With Picasso,” Francoise Gilot.
Some people try to pick up girls, and they get called assholes. Apparently, this quite literally did not happen to Pablo Picasso.
(via sadybusiness)
EVER SINCE I STARTED TAKING HERBIVORE STUDIES COURSES AT THE LOCAL UNIVERSITY IT’S BECOME MORE AND MORE DIFFICULT TO ENJOY A WIDE RANGE OF WHAT I ALWAYS ASSUMED WERE NORMAL AND BENIGN ACTIVITIES. I’VE BEEN MADE TO REALIZE THE ENTIRE ECOSYSTEM IS DESIGNED TO OPPRESS AND MARGINALIZE ALL BUT A SELECT FEW CREATURES, AND EVEN MY ATTEMPTS TO OFFER POSSIBLE ALTERNATIVE EXPLANATIONS TO SOME OF THE MORE SPECULATIVE THEORIES ARE SIMPLY PERPETUATIONS OF THE DOMINANT HEIRARCHY.
I NEVER REALIZED HOW MUCH I NEED TO CHECK MY PREDATOR PRIVILEGE.
BROOKLYN #22
i’d like to think that this is more fiction then not… but honestly, who can say.
pretty much
(via r3d)
I try to write about small things. Paper, animals, a house… love is kind of big. I have written a love song, though. In this film, I sing it to a lamp.
(via heronqueenblues)
why do people always complain about rappers when they don’t talk about ~deep stuff, like, do you guys not hear other artists’ shit? just because whatshisface with the long hair and guitar is singing in bullshit metaphors, doesn’t mean he’s not talking bout fucking.
OMG THE LYRICS ARE NON-LITERAL HE MUST BE A GENIUS
word
(Source: cunteaqueen, via supersoygrrrl)