Help me locate my younger brother.


His name is Rayshawn. He ran away to NYC and is believed to be somewhere in Manhattan (i know, it’s huge). We haven’t seen him in over 2 weeks and have no way of contacting him. I’m very worried about his well being.  He skateboards so he might be riding around on one. Idk. I just really need to talk to him or at least know that he’s okay. 

I don’t really have any good pics but here are twoimage


I’d appreciate it if you reblogged this and spread the word. 

(via pyrexvisean)


tryna make things mean more than w/e they are iz hell


who else is tired in the morning


love is wholly selflessly simple distraction
lust iz holy selfishly complex distraction

There are those days at the end of the summer when all hope is lost; this was one of them.

Living in this city means wandering with the ghosts of anyone you’ve ever seen anything with constantly by your side.

There is no way not to remember that time Architokes on 1st when your best friend puked on the bouncer. The bouncer they had at a fucking pizza place at 2 am; because yes, he was actually necessary.

There’s no way you can walk up 7th Ave and not remember working at Foot Action for a summer and making enough money to take your first boyfriend to Friday’s across the street for 2 Two for Ones and 2 large Strawberry Daiquiris.

Best nights of my life.

It’s gotta be so good your knees give out from underneath you. Let it feel like a hammer has hit each cap covering the ligaments holding your joints in place. You have to come up with a better bunch of synonyms for the things you feel.

-note to self

The movie “The Saint” (1997) featuring Val Kilmer in Russia and Trip-Hop.


i was there 2 weeks ago, it’s so amazing


israel’s actions look like a caricature of american anti-terrorism campaigns carried out in the name of “cultural cleansing,” where are the sanctions???