No Promises.

“Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.”

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

Happy to be back in my city tonight, fog and cold and all. My roots here are deep, whatever waterfalls and pleasures the rest of the world has to give.

(Source: sanfrancisko, via cuntented)

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mapsontheweb:

San Francisco alternative map (via whenthennow)

I live in the block entitled “Medical School” however I don’t think that fits my neighborhood’s vibe. It’s more of an “angry hippies” type of place. At least they highlighted the Duck Pond in Golden Gate park. ^^

I live kind of at the intersection of “gang cross fire” and “stolen goods”. Sounds about right.

(via cuntented)

Nothing takes the taste out of the Red Hot Chili Peppers quite like unrequited love.

You gotta fight for your right, or whatever. 

Gold Rush at Blackbird.

Giants torture is becoming a metaphor for my life. Even with runners in scoring position, I can probably still fuck this up.

(Source: pokec0re, via lincecumthefreak)