I’m sad. I only know how to post pictures on Tumblr. I have no friends. But I have this new sweater with Einstein on it. It says “Imagination is more important than knowledge”. I guess it’s better to imagine a beautiful lady than to know a beautiful lady. Oh. Well this is me in 2012. Help.
I’m back on Tumblr, once again. So to celebrate, here’s a picture of me flipping you off. Life’s boring, fuck all. Happy holidays from me to you.
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when are you guys gonna grow up? i mean putting my pic as your default on facebook? come on now. how old are you guys? to me, you’re just losing your reputation of getting respect from people. idgaf if you say i’m from here, quite frankly its not my type of crowd i should be with around here…
It’s teeny boppers
To Roger: 
-im lmao right now, you guys are trying so hard to bring me down by talking shit on me on FACEBOOK about me rappin and shit. when you guys said bboying or break dancing teaches you discipline i just think its a hobby as well as rappin’. i chose rappin’ because its something that could take me away…
I’m not gonna try to make another 50 note blog again but Goodwill has some good clothes man..
if you guys want to talk shit on me, dont be my friend. its really simple. i dont associate with two faces. i dont seem why you guys want to be my friend. i barely talk to you guys and shit. several people that i know of dont like you guys because of the way you act and shit. i just think you guys…
I got a lot to say. Nice post btw, original and unique. No fuck you. I love the way you think about us, gay breakdancers. Hella funny. If you think we’re pussies then why are you posting this on Tumblr? Come at every single one of us and say it to our faces so we can kick your ass. And have other people kick your ass too. I don’t even talk to you and I don’t understand how Tumblr has changed you, cus I know that this FUCKYEAHFRESHGENERATION shit has gotten to your head. They’re your “fam”, they’re “homies”. Fuck that, they are just supposedly “swag” teenyboppers that like to exploit themselves on Tumblr. And as for our haters, we frankly don’t give a fuck. We deal. You should deal too. It’s a tight ass concept. And if you’re allowing us to come at you, by all means, we will. It’s funny and fucking hilarious how “tough” you sound over the internet right now when in high school you were shy as hell. Technology works wonders huh? So, here are a couple of suggestions to look over. Don’t ever fucking call us pussies again. Don’t ever talk about bboying and relate it to maturity cus you don’t even know that that is how we discipline ourselves. And lastly, don’t ever tell us to come say it to your face because we will. Never ever talk about us, especially over Tumblr, the number one site where many fallacies and arguments arise. It’s stupid, and it’s immature. So Earvin, my boy, lay off and chill.
And just to clarify things, get some new fucking clothes.
The most difficult feeling a son can experience is watching the slow death of their mother or father. My mother passed away today at 3:25 AM after a long battle with breast cancer.
In the beginning, the cancer was very controlled and easygoing, but as the years carried on, the cancer progressed through more severe body systems, including her bones and her lungs. Her lungs were what affected her the most; every time we would watch a movie as a family, she could not laugh without gasping for breath. She had to have oxygen fed into her constantly, whether she would be indoors or outdoors. She loved to garden and cook, but her disease destroyed her ability to do her most cherished and favorite hobbies, and seeing her not able to do these things saddening the whole family. She was very self-conscious of the way she looked because she did not what to wear clothes that exposed her bones as she was losing weight every day. The worst part of my mom’s cancer was the ability to hug her sweet and delicate arms. She was so weak that a simple hug would be to much to suffice. The struggle she had to go through for six years years changed her life completely.
At first, she could talk to us during her progressed stages, but she was very weak and needed to be in a wheelchair. When she was admitted to the hospital, the last words she said to me was, “Did you fart? ‘Cause it smells bad in here.” She always had this funny sense of humor no matter the situation. The next day I came back and she was transferred to a different hospital and lost her ability to talk, open her eyes all the way and sleep. The only thing she could do was to hear and listen and we all whispered our last goodbyes to her. She was suffering so much because there was an excessive amount of fluid in her lungs that she always reached out to us for help but we could not do anything. Our best option was to put her to a peaceful sleep so she would not feel any pain.
Yesterday in the hospital, we stayed with my mom till the moment she passed away. I held her hand as she was dying, and checked the oxygen and heart rate read-outs continually drop and go lower. Our close family and friends were all crying and mourning, begging her not to leave us, not this time at least. None of us were ready for this and she was not either. We saw her give her final breath, and she was gone.
Now that I am graduating, I wish she could be there for my graduation to see me at one of the biggest moments of my life. I know she will always be there for me because she told me that everyday. She promised me that she will always be there with be, through life and death and that the greatest gift I could give her was to go to college and get and education. I am going to live my life for her and continue to do everything for her, everyday.
It is still very hard for me to refer to my mom in the past tense because she was just with us and now she has passed. Not seeing her at family dinners will be hard and signing papers without putting her name on it is difficult, but I know I will be strong and push through. Remember, do no take life for granted, because life is so precious. That is what my mom used to tell me. I love you mom and I will always be there with you, no matter what. You were the strongest and most caring mother a son could ever have. Thank you for being the greatest mother in the seventeen years of my life.
RIP Cheryl Portin Victa 1958-2011
Or we’re gonna live a long and boring life :(
You can ask Rem Victa also hahahhaha
THAT’S RIGHT MESHELLA (:
Trying to learn the Rocketeer cover by Clara Chung. Why do you have to sound and be so beautiful? :(
I wish I could say, “Awh, can’t hang out today, I’m spending time with my girlfriend.” I sound like a pathetic loser.
