Having no discipline is so GREAT. I love it.
Syke.
Having no discipline is so GREAT. I love it.
Syke.
Errthing so booty and yet here I am, scrolling.
I just realized I took two photos of these guys at Pops 10yr anni, one that was posey-posey and then THIS one.
The perk- chu see it.PERKLANDER CREW
NOT PERKED IN THIS FOTO
;)
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2 locced LBB CREW
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so in my dream last night i swam down some neve rending stream with ed templeton and then kept spilling cofffe in front of him at some office place as a dumb joke. then i skated with my two good black friends and one of them died so i took their passes to the film they were premiering in canada. then some other black dude with a dora backpack replaced him in class. then i was on some street where they were having the gnarliest gnorteno funeral thing where they wouldnt stop honking and i kept telling them to shut up without knowing it was a norteno funeral so i almost got my ass shot. and i couldnt leave the neighborhood cuz they had the street blocked off. it was scary and ssad.
bird shit.
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“hey, dude! where are you going?!” i was vulcan-gripped back to my place. i couldnt leave. “but youre nominated for the next award?! you know this, why the fuck are you leaving?” Jason couldnt stop fucking with me. Yes, i get it, but stop fucking with me. If i want to leave im going to fucking leave.
Lil Bwah had never been in a situation such as this. Big booty women surrounding, booze circulating, joint in the cypher, he was in heaven. He was 16 years old and this was the world that was shaping his head. Lil Bwah had been frequenting dancehall shows since he could remember (maybe around 12 he started keeping memories). “So now bwah watta you gwon’ do is take dis here and sniff massive…” Miss Bangs directed Lil Bwah. He took a hit. And then another.