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Misplaced Lens Cap
Keni

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shark vs the universe
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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hello vonnie
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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art blog(derogatory)
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
dirt enthusiast
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A week in iphone pics
The Nicest Thing Anyone Ever Did For Me. My Brother Bought Me a Motorcycle So We Could Go Riding Together 1989 Suzuki GS500E Day1
The Summer Of 2016 Deco Windsheild Repair 1986 Nissan 200sx Coupe
“I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.” ― Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
"I met a girl with someone elses eyes. A pair of eyes so distinct and irreplaceable that i had to study them upclose to be sure.
So i kissed her. Just to see. -- I kissed her in the alleyway behind the building where i first lived when i moved to the city, not too far from places i'd had many firsts, and seconds.
We shared a quiet comfortable moment in the newness of each others awkward responses,a cigarette, and a shitty joint.
And I tried to make her laugh, Not to be charming but rather, there was a familiar curl in her upper lip that i hadn't seen in years..memories id unintentionally left behind, on the face of another girl, seemingly in another life, but here it was...that same curl...laughing at my bad jokes again.
She must see it in my eyes by now, a love too rich and dark and strong to belong to the newness of her body ; but she holds my hand anyways and doesnt seem to mind. I wonder if she notices me replaying old habits that dont belong to her.
As if to comfort me from something, she tells me that in This City lately, goodbye's are as common as hello's; That a stranger like me might suite her outfit for the night....
So can you blame me, for taking her to bed? And for studying her face as she slept, feeling a rusting familiarity of someone else? Can you blame me? I soaked it in. I stayed up most the night, soaking in my lifes most favorite and special moment; I thought id lost it, you know? Unbelievably familiar, long treasured features, now vividly alive, glowing and dancing across a strangers face.
--- --- I met a girl with someone elses eyes.
A pair of eyes so distinct and irreplicable that I had to watch them glow upclose to be sure.
When we parted ways the next day and returned to the dance of strangers, i told her that I had kissed her like that to rub in the smootches so they stuck longer, and i think she thought i meant for her... I didn't have the heart to correct her."
“D’you know what happens when you hurt people?’ Ammu said. ‘When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.” ― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
from the album Good Lips :: Bad Ass
Keep your Head Up It’s a Rigged Game When a Seed is Breaking Open Does it Feel Pain Know a Flow Never Sunburns
Sept 6, 2015 Shawano, Wisconsin, USA Photo: Andor Blogs
“Page 2 of 365″ January 2017, North Vancouver, Canada
This is the only constant in my life, and her name is Veronica. She is a 1991 Nissan Skyline, with a whole bunch of character, more than her fair share of good stories, and a RB20 heart more reliable than thomas the train! It is in this driver seat that I have seen the world, in this back seat that i slept in when there was no where else. When i had no food and no money me and my skyline got a delivery job to pay rent. When i had to move across the country me and my skyline packed up and sold whatever didnt fit, and we simply left! Each and every drift event we drove in, we drove home afterwards. From bone stock to Super Street Magazine. Victoria to Chicago. HeatBloom Est.2004. Always down, Always on point, Always loyal. There are many Skylines, but this one is mine and has been there every step since day 1 of building my life. Link to much more info and pictures!!! http://forums.gtrcanada.com/forum/skyline-gts-rb20-25/gts-project-cars/65159-heatbloomeric-veronica-a-love-story
Nov 13, 2014, -I was struck with the realization that memories are low cost, and the highest possible value....and I have a huge archive of content from each of over 20 moves around Central and Western Canada over the period of 7 years. Trying on different jobs, uniforms, friends, little home made families,and living situations. I lived in a trailor in a forrest, with a 50 year old gay mexican guy on the 14th floor, on the 6th floor on the top of a mountain in a massive and fancy condo, to having no where to live sometimes. I’ve done most any job you can think of, and I even was lucky enough to meet most of my heros in life. I bought a 1991 Nissan skyline, and drifted my way from the streets of a small Alberta town to the podium of one of North Americas most iconic drift events at USA International raceway. Literally, we drove to the event in chicago in our racecars, and then home afterwards too! I’ve partied with 90,000 people on the streets of Vancouver during Stanley Cup season. I’ve been Diagnosed with a rare gastro condition that limits me in a lot of ways, but it is a battle I fight each day and I am learning a lot about myself. I was raised christain and paid $10,000 to go to bible school, and didn;t last more than a semester. I am a conversationalist and deep thinker, and enjoy the company of good people from around the world. I am part of one of Canada’s oldest drifting teams HeatBloom and have grown from competeing at age 16, to running events at age 24. I have both been a smoker, and quit smoking, as i have drank way too much, and given up drinking. I have lived more thn my share of life, and there is so much more to tell... I believe have taken the route to the heart of life. I try and capture that, but it comes out all sideways.... How do you sum 7 years of eternal laughing, walking, smoking, moving somewhere new, drinking wrenching, meeting new people,drifting, puking, getting a new job, learning to fall in love, moving someplace new, making huge mistakes, learning to get over it and move on, getting fired, driving, kissing cute girls and driving through the mountains of British Columbia. Endlessly. Again, and Again. Until the past is a thing that feels exactly like right now, and you get to live that moment that you love all over again? How do you explain who I am, how i see my life, and why it’s not at all like how you see life? You start a sickassmuhfuckin blog, and you chip away one memory at a time. Thats how. These are my collections of magic moments and memories. There are many of these videos, but in order to tell the story right, lets start right here. At the start. #Itsnicetomeetyou
“Something was starting to take shape, Out of magic and will. Smoke and bone.” ― Laini Taylor North Vancouver, January 2, 2017
“No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.” ― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own / Three Guineas North Vancouver, Jan 1, 2017
6 track album
I have been making hip hop music for the past 5 years, and I have posted my projects up on #bandcamp. I put all my heart and spare time into writing and recording these songs, and out of the hundreds of songs written and recorded these are the ones I chose to share. Tell me what you think! Does Canadian hip hop keep up?
Dont talk to walls
I think #facebook finally got to the point where its no longer makes sense to invest personal and artistic achievements there. So i am starting a brand new blog on my #1 favorite website. #Tumblr baby you just graduated from side chick. Here I can post my thoughts, writings, quotes, photography, videography, and my music and there is a chance for it to go on and be appreciated in a way that is meaningful. I live to make memories worth collecting, and i will keep them here to tell my story. P.S. Say Hi if your chill as fuck! i also collect really cool friends n I’m new to Vancouver!