WE LOCO.

fuckyeahndasian:

there has to be an explanation.

My thoughts while at school.
  • I hate you
  • I hate you
  • I hate you
  • I hate you
  • I hate you
  • I hate you
  • Damn baby wassup
  • I hate you
  • I hate you
  • I hate you
  • I hate you
  • I hate you
10knotes:

Following this blog may be the greatest thing you have ever done
berk24:dubmadeplates:
seductionisanart:

<3
It’s the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We’re always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
Crash (the movie)