But let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.
If you grew up in the ’90s and you didn’t fuck with the California Raisins then you were officially robbed of your youth. #TBT to a childhood that was filled with “Meet the Raisins!” being played on a loop on VHS while I rocked my white cowboy boots, Chip ‘n’ Dale underwear, and homemade Batman cape.

If you grew up in the ’90s and you didn’t fuck with the California Raisins then you were officially robbed of your youth. #TBT to a childhood that was filled with “Meet the Raisins!” being played on a loop on VHS while I rocked my white cowboy boots, Chip ‘n’ Dale underwear, and homemade Batman cape.

Tags: tbt
Get yourself a hut house not too far from town, live cheap, go ball in the bars once in a while, write and rumble in the hills and learn how to saw boards and talk to grandmas you damn fool, carry loads of wood for them, clap your hands at shrines, get supernatural favors, take flower-arrangement lessons and grow chrysanthemums by the door, and get married for krissakes, get a friendly smart sensitive human-being gal who don’t give a shit for martinis every night and all that dumb white machinery in the kitchen.
— Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
#philly (at 30th Street Station)

#philly (at 30th Street Station)

Tags: philly
at 67Th Street

at 67Th Street

at The Clam Bar

at The Clam Bar

#philly (at Benjamin Franklin Bridge)

#philly (at Benjamin Franklin Bridge)

Tags: philly
#philly (at Down South Philly)

#philly (at Down South Philly)

Tags: philly

FKA twigs - Two Weeks

Just ‘cause you don’t have a switch, don’t get angry at me, baby," he says. "Just ‘cause you don’t have the batteries, don’t call up and tell me to turn out my light.
— Robin Williams in the February 21st, 1991 issue of Rolling Stone.
unclefather:

club cant even handle this

unclefather:

club cant even handle this

Reblogged from i hate my parents
animatedtext:

requested by rad-dadz 

animatedtext:

requested by rad-dadz 

Reblogged from i hate my parents
The way you love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.
— Keith Miller (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
Reblogged from An Existential Life

that friday feel

Tags: music spotify
You only come to this movie once and if you don’t get something rewarding out of every minute you’re sitting there then you’re blowing your ticket.
— Ken Kesey