- 1:09 am - Tue, Apr 15, 2014
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In 1978, as I applied to study film at the University of Illinois, my father vehemently objected. He quoted me a statistic: ‘Every year, 50,000 performers compete for 200 available roles on Broadway.’ Against his advice, I boarded a flight to the U.S. This strained our relationship. In the two…
I was meant to see this today from the most high. I hope it reaches you just as well
- 1:31 am
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when she ready for round two but you look down and ur meat like
- 3:25 am - Mon, Apr 7, 2014
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Here is the video proof of my previous post about this officer forcing his way into my moms house (without legal documentation) and arresting my brothers friend without explanation. PLEASE REBLOG TO RAISE AWARENESS!!
and this is the reason why I could give a shit about a cop.
- 12:24 pm - Sat, Mar 22, 2014
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I woke up at 4 am randomly this am to see a post on here from @definitely_nah, with a flyer to a show I did in 2011 for Nah Right at SXSW. I want y’all to take a second and look at the lineup. In. 2011. READ THOSE NAMES. Like I TOTALLY forgot about this gig.
But this is where Nah Right and Smoking Section saw me. I was getting down about my process of finishing this album and getting it to y’all, and at 4 am…I woke up. This alert popped up on my phone.
Which I’m taking as God letting me know, like they let me know in the past, where I should be. And also where I’m headed.
Not to ramble, but I just thought this was awesome. It’s coming yall I promise. #TheEABA Keep pushing Kings/Queens…your time is coming.
- 2:54 pm - Wed, Mar 12, 2014
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Oh god thank fucking christ.
I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.
so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!
Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done
The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.
I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.
Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.
For years, I just thought I was nuts. I hate doing this shit.