The Cloths Of Heaven- W.B Yeats

Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

My real nigga for life. Not a day goes by when I don’t miss you. #tbt RIP

Dear Future Daughter,

My heart weeps for you for even before you were born the world hated you. But know this- that it’s not your fault. Society picks and chooses the flavours of the period.

Coolin’

Coolin’

Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash,
Let that man get past.
You don’t need a stop to get gas,
If he can move through the rumors, he can drive off the fumes cause
How he move in a room full of no’s?
How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes?
Must be the pharaohs, he in tune with his soul,
So when he buried in a tomb full of gold.
Treasure, What’s you pleasure?
Life is a, uh, depending how you dress her.
So if the devil wear Prada,
Adam Eve wear Nada,
I’m in between, but way more fresher.
With way less effort, ‘cause when you try hard,
That’s when you die hard.
Ya homies looking like “Why God?”
When they reminisce over you, my god.

Mandy Patinkin. 

The newest entry into my book of swag human beings. 

Wishing you all the best in your political pursuits.

Mandy Patinkin.

The newest entry into my book of swag human beings.

Wishing you all the best in your political pursuits.

“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”
— Plato (via hqlines)