Rest in peace, Thomas Shinagawa. Thank you for all that you’ve done, accomplished and lived for..

I don’t really have words to describe this feeling.

I didn’t know him as well as the others who were very close to him, but just by observing, his presence and being always seemed to light everything up.. I saw how loved he was and how much people valued him as a friend..

It’s too soon. It’s just too soon, too overwhelming to see him go.. I don’t even know him that well and yet my heart wrenches every time his death is mentioned. I guess it’s kind of a wake up call because the media makes this kind of stuff look so easy to pass through, and it’s really fucking not.. It’s so hard to believe he’s gone, but what can we do? Shit happens. Life happens. Lessons happen. Moving on, happens. It’s hard to let go, but we just gotta keep going..

Yesterday was a day I will never forget. Wherever you are, Thomas, I hope you’re doing well. I wish I could’ve taken the time to know you more, but I’ll always remember you as a wonderfully honorable person who achieved so much.. Just know that we’re all thinking of you.. you’ve affected us all.

Take care.

It goes lost in season
Running out of choices
Hard to cope with these lingering voices
It’s hopeless I’ve got problems with authority
It’s like the moral of the story is calling me
With silly pranks like you ain’t gonna win kid
This game is bugged these kids done jinxed it
Fix these plans I got hopes and dreams son
Rolling down hill and the year has just begun
I see America lonely with its dick hard (Hello)
Wrote this on the back of a greeting card
From this bleeding heart rolling down a bitter start
It’s these lessons you learn from that time apart
Pull my guns out shooting at the TV.
So medicated that I damn missed the TV
But news is syndicated go catch the repeats
No place to hide run amuck in the streets

It goes lost in the city
Running out of choices
Going nowhere fast
Still hearing voices
Come on legs come on feet
I’m just tryin make a little bit of history

It’s like you write with a sharpie
And you make a fine point
Not all city you hitting up the five points
Jonesin for another attack next wave
You fake stunts that’s strictly for super Dave
Sun don’t shine now kiss the ass cheeks
These cats there testing lost their cheat sheets
If you’ve got questions then you must ask Pete
The antidote over these working class beats
Woke up in the PM the face is all crusty
My feet cold even the kicks are dusty
I’m snowed in I plowed through these negatives
Its such a pain when the bullshit’s repetitive
So why bother even takin’ these next steps
Even yesterday is harder to recollect
Muster it up and step out of the house
Take a little trip and start tearing it out

Lost in the city
Running out of choices
Going nowhere fast
Still hearing voices
Come on legs come on feet
I’m just tryin make a little bit of history

I’m home sick rocking the New York logo
It’s only been a week and you ain’t made no dough ohh
Well that blows and these are the breaks
A tall order of beef is high stakes
This is dedicated to the ones who think they getting old
Since childhood they’ve been callin you an old soul
Now bop that head its hip hop irony
For twenty sum odd years probably
Actin the same way ain’t nothing really change
Maybe that internet and new heads to blame
Glimps of the future makin these toes curl
And maybe then ill stop spyin on my ex girl
In this world famous to nameless
None of it is easy and none of it is painless
Weightless on the moon watchin the earth turn
Time on ya side and got money to burn
Got a new watch I got heat in the house
Got rhymes got beats no kid no spouse
And imma turn it out
Yo its my turn baby imma turn it out

Cool Calm Pete - Lost

I never felt so damn alone.

I LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CANNOT LIE

YOU OTHA BROTHAS CAN’T DENY

hrrgh a lot of my work’s starting to turn out the same so I’ll try out something new later. I wish I can scan in some traditional stuff but due to the lack of one I cannot. :(

oh well I will bother you with my butt people now

-L

PS Thanxgiving was a blast, there was a lot of farting going on

twistedanghel:

The Couple Separated for the Longest Time (60 years)

Sixty years ago, Boris and Anna Kozlov were married for only three days before he had to ship out with his Red Army unit. When he returned, Anna and her family were gone – exiled to Siberia by Stalin’s purges. Then one day, on a chance encounter, they found each other again!

“I thought my eyes were playing games on me,” Anna said. “I saw this familiar looking man approaching me, his eyes gazing at me. My heart jumped. I knew it was him. I was crying with joy.” 80 years-old Boris had returned to visit his parents’ grave. As he stepped out of the car, he looked up to see Anna standing by her old house, where they had lived for the few days after the wedding. “I ran up to her and said: ‘My darling, I’ve been waiting for you for so long. My wife, my life…’”

I have no idea why I’m up SOOOOOOO I decided to draw girls being candid, ohoho bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks

I’ll be optimistic later je promis WHATEVER BYE

-L

It could be wrong, could be wrong, but it should’ve been right.

lackadaisicalme:

loveyourchaos:

imaginarymelissa:

grayskymorning:

walkingdowntown:

dwayne: you know what? fuck beauty contests. life is one fucking beauty contest after another. you know, school, then college, then work, fuck that. and fuck the air force academy. if i wanna fly, i’ll find a way to fly. you do what you love, and fuck the rest.
frank: i’m glad you’re talking again, dwayne. you’re not nearly as stupid as you look.

and suddenly everything in the world seemed right