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why do we do the things we do? why do we fuck up and trip over the crack in the sidewalk we were staring at the whole time? is it arrogance? is it emptiness? or is it me looking for consolation for being a fuck up?

it’s been years

but why not come back to the place it all started to get weepy about the end. tomorrow my favorite artist of all time drops his final album. an artist that changed my life, saved my life, expanded my mind, soundtracked me growing from a lost 17 year old kid to a slightly less lost 31 year old man, gave me the gift of friends around the globe. we grew together it felt like. hell, named this blog after his music. i remember being one of the first people in my ht to get on his music and putting on anyone with a working set of ears i could tell about it. i said early on he was gonna be one of the biggest artists in the world and it didn’t take him all that long to prove me right. art, particularly music, has always been the thing ive connected most with, sunk into when times were bad and used like a drug when times were good. ive never connected to something as deeply as immediately as i did house of balloons, before or since. and oftentimes the music dropped in key moments of my life. and this one does too. for probably the first time in my adult life i actually feel myself kind of looking forward to what could be next for me, believing in me and in what i have to offer again. tomorrow doesn’t feel like something im dreading. and even though i find myself wishing i were more present in my past and scared about both where i am and where im headed, im actually excited for tomorrow. it feels like an end of an era in my own life, just as this is the end of an era. abel wrapping up his character to move his art in a different way, the closing of one chapter and the opening of another. amazing how one more time, it found a way to land for me. the title means something a little different for him, but it lands for me in a way i never expected.

i can’t begin to express how instrumental and how foundational this music has been to me for nearly 14 years now. this version of me doesn’t exist without it. it’s been a joy to be a part of. thank you abel for the gift. for all of it. who would’ve thought a bunch of people who didn’t think they’d be around very long all find themselves not so patiently waiting for tomorrow. the end is here, but a new beginning is just around the corner.

with that said, hurry the fuck up tomorrow. xo forever. one last time.

#the weeknd #hurry up tomorrow #xo #ima shed a tear tomorrow i feel it coming

i don’t post on this ever. but i don’t have nowhere else i can get this off. and i just need to yell into the void for a minute. and i know no one will see it here.

it’s been 3 years since we lost my dawg. and every year it get a lil harder. i ain’t ever really celebrate the 4th anyway, but it takes on a whole new meaning now. we celebrating his life. but i have such a hard time celebrating anything. it’s eating me up today more than usual. i feel so selfish. i go through these long periods of deep depression where i have days i wish i wasn’t here anymore. where i don’t even wanna push. and how can i even sit here and say that shit. when my boy was so full of life, so beloved by everyone, and they took his shit from him? i still have mine and i don’t even appreciate it half the time. i see everybody all fucked up and think maybe it shoulda been me. he’d appreciate the gift. and less people woulda been hurt. and i know he’d smack the shit out me for saying this. 3 years later. and i still can’t believe it had to be you. one of the most genuine people i ever met. you deserved so much more, that’s why we keep you alive thru us every day. i gotta try and live the way you’d want us to, the way you did. not like this. so my goal til we meet again is to appreciate what i have, block all this pain and these bad thoughts out, and be happy i’m here. not wanna be gone. want to be here. deserve to be here. watch over our steps bro. we love you. long as we here, you always will be. i just hope we make you proud.

gilletteswift89

Want to know how corrupt the pharmaceutical industry is?

See this?

This is called Afrezza. It’s an inhaler for diabetic insulin. That’s right. An inhaler. That means no more needles. It’s only for fast acting insulin, but it could still vastly improve the life of a lot of diabetics.

Imagine having to constantly prick yourself with needles to keep yourself alive, and then suddenly there’s a new product that could change the whole way you live your life for the better.

And here’s the thing: it works. It works really really well. People with diabetes that have been lucky enough to have used it think it’s amazing.

But sadly, it’s probably going to end up as a failure because the pharmaceutical company (a French company called Sanofi) that was in charge of marketing it didn’t care enough to actually try. Not only that, but they made it incredibly expensive so hardly anyone could afford it. Most people have never heard of it, and the way things are going, no one else ever will.

Please reblog this to raise awareness of this product and hopefully get another company to market it. It could change so many lives.

montanamusings

It would change and save my life. If there’s one thing I hate in the top 5 most in this world. It’s the fucking pharmaceutical, money mongering, heartless industry.

whats-good-young-hoe

Truly hope everybody with hands in big pharma dies slowly and painfully. They do not care about ANY of us with PEC’s.

salty-red-mage

Me screwing with my drunk republican relatives as they pass out during a holiday party

thegreatm-deactivated20191225

frontpagewoman

Weatherman recreates Cam Newton’s outfits😂💀

kristina100000

God u know when ur sleepy drunk or high and ur trying to plug the charger into your phone but you keep missing the phones pussy like stay PUT

cagedlions

But institutional racism is imaginary, right?

Watch.

asongofsexandsociety

never stop reblogging this

beaky-peartree

remember when lol meant “laughing out loud” instead of “this is to indicate that this brief text isn’t hostile”

historicaltimes

“Crazy Dion” Diamond at one of his sit-ins as a teenager in Arlington, VA. June 10, 1960

via reddit

kaylapocalypse-deactivated20201

All of those people around him are demons

chemicallywrit

hey guys! here’s some fun things i learned from this article about Dion Diamond:

he did these sit-ins by himself. like idk about you, but i always thought of sit-ins as organized by groups, what kind of bravery does it take, man

he didn’t tell anyone about it, like he was no glory-seeker about this. his parents didn’t even know until reporters started calling them up like “hey, did you know your son is in jail?

when someone called the cops he’d skedaddle out the back door although he was sent to prison multiple times

the last time he got arrested was in Baton Rouge, and the cops were so sick of him that they told inmates they’d put in a good word for anyone who gave Diamond a hard time. (the inmates didn’t take the bait.)

he’s still alive!

hark, a hero of our times!

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Hurry up

thego-dworks

kaijutegu

I just found out that my gecko’s tail works on my phone's touch screen, so I'm gonna let her make a text post and let autocorrect interpret her words.

Funks go e y y man kill zucchini angst