So, it’s 1:17 am.
I haven’t been on here in ages, honestly.
But this is for anyone who wants to listen.
I just kinda sorta maybe told someone that I like them.
No. I told them “I think you’re a 10.”
I just spilled my guts to them.
The first time in my life I ever did that.
And while I try to make this post the deepest that I ever wrote in the whole entire history of my tumblr posts,
I just wanna thank every single one of you out there.
You’re all beautiful souls. You inspire me daily.
And the most beautiful part about that, is you don’t even know it.
Today, I just either grew up and became a woman,
or officially went insane.
Because I don’t know what love is, but I have this aching pain in my shoulder right now, this burning sensation in my toes, this sweating-like-a-pig madness going on, and a throbbing headache.
Maybe that’s my body’s reaction to having too much fun today.
Maybe that is what love is supposed to feel like.
But whatever it is, I feel so good right now.
My friend just told me something really deep. And I’m sitting here, listening to Frank Ocean, and I just feel deep.
She said that you’re in control of your whole life.
But people sometimes forget that.
And blame themselves when something goes wrong.
When really, you could change that.
Because life is 2% what happens to you, and 98% how you react to it.
So this is for all you people unsure about yourselves out there/
Whether you be afraid to do something,
You’re all beautiful. Every single one of you.
I know it. I can feel it.
Sometimes, if you don’t do anything amazing, impossible, stupid, silly, or just downright crazy in your lifetime,
you’d never have anything to laugh about when you’re older.
So take it from me.
I just did something I’ve wanted to do since the 10th grade.
Tell this one boy I like him.
And I just did it.
So take it from me.
Go out there, and be yourself.
Because you only get one shot at life.
And you’re a beautiful person.
So go out there, and live. Live the life you were given.
Who knows? Maybe one day we’ll all be superstars, and look back, and smile at this.
“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”
― John Lennon
So go out there, and make those “other plans”.
Because that’s when life will really hit you.
I love you all. I mean that.
When you’ve got so much to say, it’s called gratitude, and that’s right.
MC, master of ceremony. Mic controller.
Master craftsman. Thats a different level or different category then just, then just a rapper. You know rapper, thats fine, you might make a whole album or several albums and he's a rapper, but to be, to really be at the level where you're controlling things then you're a master of it. That's a different thing. You know a lot of people might eat cheese, but that doesn't make them an affineur. You know an affineur knows his cheese.
The difference between a barista and some jackass who makes a cup of coffee. You know what I'm saying?
I can't understand.
A sommelier and just you know, a drunk.
The difference between somebody making a loaf of bread or going to the boulangerie. You know, this is the difference between a rapper and a MC.
They get kidnapped by the Sasquatch. Yet they demand it makes them all dinner.
Only the Beastie Boys can be this awesome.
I love these three goofballs.
Too.Damn.Cute. From New York photographer, Joe Henson’s, website:
I have photographed many stars but I have also photographed many stars yet to be. I remember when Adam Horowitz (King “Ad Roc” of the Beastie Boys first came to shoot with me. He was about 15 and two things stand out in my mind about him, first, he was the first person I had ever seen with a “bed head” hair style and second, he was wearing a “Def Jam Records” t-shirt. His hair was sticking straight up off his head at crazy angles. “What about your hair?” I asked. He took a glance in the mirror, “Looks alright to me.” he stated. And so my first “bed head’ headshot was committed to film. I asked him what “Def Jam” was and he said it was his record label. “Record label? Are you in a band?” I asked, and he proceeded to tell me about “The Beastie Boys” and how they were slated to tour with Madonna that summer. He was 15! I thought “Yeah…Madonna…right” and we continued shooting Well…I’ll be damned! Guess he wasn’t dreaming.
Sorry… I’ll make it up tomorrow I promise!
I’m so glad I have till the 17th to keep fighting for their freedom. I promise I will give everything I have to this but first I MUST sleep
Don’t forget about 186th Springstreet house either!