Kila Cruz

This surely made my day, though.

Ahahah. Wtf is happening though. These niggas must be on some level.

Jay Dilla Tribute by Vi Pham , you can also follow her on Tumblr HERE

Phonebook carvings by Cuban artist Alex Queral. Finally, somebody put phonebooks to good use.

Taking an ordinary phone book, Alex Queral carves a face into this object of so many faceless names. With the book, a very sharp X-ACTO® knife, a little pot of acrylic medium to set detail areas and a great deal of talent, Queral literally peels away the pages like the skin of an onion to reveal the portrait within.

enochliew:

Lovers by Jarek Puczel

Artist’s description: When we love, we think constantly about each other.

Ha.

I still fucks with this over the radio.

because I’m over typing up this paper which I’ve only started 5 minutes ago. &So, I’m typing this instead.

I’m itching to buy a new gold chain.
That’s “Grandma’s Turkey Sandwich” or whatever from Starbucks was dank, along with that caramel brulee latte. Free shit is always good.
I’m craving nachos &cheese. Anything, with cheese.
I want a new pair of Puma Suedes, probably get red ones again.
Momma just asked me to hit up Porto’s on Tuesday &get $75 worth of potato balls. Ayo.

Now back to this paper so I can get to that glass of wine, nigga.

Haven’t been on this bitch in a bit.

Counting Stars -Nujabes.

2 finals, a practicum, &clinical evaluations; Lovely week.
Feeling for a glass of cab at the moment.

A freeway, a gas pedal, and a peace of mind..
Now that’s the ultimate high.

Feeling Good - Carmine.

Paris, Tokyo - Lupe Fiasco.

lysemgee:

This song will always be sick af

Really wish I never stopped playing. Now it’s dust. I do, however, plan to take lessons &re-learn it later in life. This will be on heavy rotation while I work on Martha Rogers’ nursing theory.

Work in a few. School is killing. My eyes are dead.

one more chance for a heart to skip a beat - the notorious b.i.g. vs. the xx.

“When it comes to sex, I’m similar to the Thrilla in Manila.

To my uncle who passed away two days ago, &to my gramps, my last grandparent who I lost today. You weren’t suppose to leave ‘til I graduated college so I can take my fams back to the Islands to visit, but I guess losing your son was too much for you. Nevertheless, I’m really glad I was able to see you again when you flew out here to Killa Cali back in ‘06. Even though you hated the city, you chilled out here for a cool minute before calling quits to go back home where you preferred to be surrounded by the ocean. I really wish I was able to fly back to the Philippines but unfortunately, I can’t. I’ll be seeing you though. Love you.

As for my pops, I hope he’ll be alright. It’s tragic as fuck.

Some green tea from Paris. Jardin des Merveilles.

I’m still up reading. I’m not ready for tomorrow, at all.

Sometimes I Rhyme Slow - Nice &Smooth.

I’m sweeter &thicker than a chico stick.