Damyata.
June 2013
Power Trip (Feat. Miguel)
J. Cole
J. Cole // Power Trip (Feat. Miguel)
“In a way, Kanye’s entire discography is leading to this (probable) point—his first two records were about reaching the top, Graduation was about loving life there, 808’s and Heartbreak was how the top can fuck up your personal life, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy was about growing restless at the top, and Watch the Throne found him and Jay-Z negotiating the idea of why there weren’t more black men at the top. And now, it seems, Kanye’s taking stock of the world as he sees it from upon high, and deciding that he doesn’t like what’s flashing in front of his Fendi frames. The fact that the biggest black entertainer in the country even made those two records and debuted them on the beyond-white bread Saturday Night Live is huge. This isn’t Das Racist razzing a few privileged white kids at Music Hall of Williamsburg. This is Kanye West going into a million white people’s living rooms and saying, “Look at the terrible things your people have done to my people and are still doing to my people. We are not going to take it. I’m so pissed right now I wouldn’t even be here if I didn’t have something incredibly urgent to say. Fuck you.” That’s a powerful act, something that you can put up there with things that Bob Marley or Tupac did. I know that’s outlandish, but one day we’ll be holding Kanye West up next to those guys, so we might as well start now.”
—Drew Millard, The Revolutionary Politics of Kanye West (via analrapist69)
I learned a very important lesson last night. Just because Chum-Churum Soju is only 20%, doesn’t mean that I should be drinking an entire bottle to my face in a short period of time.
A lesson well learned after an entire day of vomiting, my friends.
Be careful with that shit.
I’m completely satisfied allowing most details to fade into the drunken haze of the night before.
Swallow your pride. Admit that you were wrong. Kiss a ton of ass. Good things will come.
“She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn’t mean anything but that I didn’t think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.”
—Albert Camus, The Stranger (via pavorst)
Trapped in the Closet is one of the most important things that has occurred in my life.
