bloody obsessed with this track today. singing out loud in #littleitaly.
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“Open your palm waiting to catch a break- the cards will fall where they may … they wanna know where I’ll be in five, but what about today? What about tonight?”
2016.04 playlist of tracks I bump right now.
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Standing on the couch bottle toking bubbles in slow motion.
does fat Joe ever know how to craft a hit. all the right words and cadences are used.
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Post shit to tumblr again.
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Malcom X. Letter from Mecca.
Tell me.
Normally get annoyed with the sing-songy trappy stuff lately, but I can’t get this out my head.
Love it.
Enjoyed that.
Gold started to reminisce about the spiciness of the spiciest kua kling that Jazz had ever served him, the first day they met. “It was glowing, practically incandescent,” he said. “You bite into it and every alarm in your body goes off at once. It’s an overload on your pain receptors, and then the flavors just come through. It’s not that the hotness overwhelms the dish, which is what people who don’t understand Thai cooking always say, but that the dish is revealed for the first time—its flavor—as you taste details of fruit and turmeric and spices that you didn’t taste when it was merely extremely hot. It’s like a hallucination.”
Kinda obsessed with this. Bruno Mars that won’t catch you looks from the leather-cap-tapered-rolly-pants downtown kids.
“If our society really wanted to solve the problem, we could; it’s just that it would require everybody saying, ‘this is important; this is significant.’ And, that we don’t just pay attention to these communities when a CVS burns, and we don’t just pay attention when a young man gets shot or has his spine snapped, but we’re paying attention all the time because we consider those kids our kids.” —President Obama on the situation in Baltimore
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Drake In Real Life - Four Pins
A week with the most popular rapper on the planet.
So sad, so sad. Should really do listening to these records.