North of Nowhere

Just trying to escape the nothing.




Singing a song of angry men. It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again. When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes. (These images are not mine. Praying for the people of Ferguson, and praying for justice for the crime against Mike Brown and all the other victims of blatant racism.)


I’ve thought about this so much today. Like so many parallels. Vive la Révolution!

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(Source: desertwizards, via knotty-boy)

Money team bars.

Am I really incapable of going without?


Jumanji (1995)


Jumanji (1995)

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Beach 97th.

Beach 97th.

You can’t relate.