1977
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lenablackandblue:

Dave 
Our Personal Jesus
I don’t believe in Jesus but I’m praying anyway 
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Album Art
712 plays 
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devotchkamarina:

Un lenguaje relativamente fácil
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yeezus—west:

Hip Hop Blog
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welovekanyewest:

Kanye West at Outside Lands 2014 | San Francisco
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garboing:


No one really runs away from anything. It’s like a private trap that holds us in like a prison. You know what I think? I think that we’re all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.

Psycho, 1960 | Alfred Hitchcock.
garboing:


No one really runs away from anything. It’s like a private trap that holds us in like a prison. You know what I think? I think that we’re all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.

Psycho, 1960 | Alfred Hitchcock.
garboing:


No one really runs away from anything. It’s like a private trap that holds us in like a prison. You know what I think? I think that we’re all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.

Psycho, 1960 | Alfred Hitchcock.
garboing:


No one really runs away from anything. It’s like a private trap that holds us in like a prison. You know what I think? I think that we’re all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.

Psycho, 1960 | Alfred Hitchcock.
garboing:


No one really runs away from anything. It’s like a private trap that holds us in like a prison. You know what I think? I think that we’re all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.

Psycho, 1960 | Alfred Hitchcock.