I don’t know what to do, I know you might think it’s crazy.
Sam? Getting weak?
No, I refuse.
Sam Medina? Who can’t lose?
On the court, at work, in school, and in love. No time for Tumblr.
—Sam “AIR” Medina
Anonymous asked: THE REALEST NIGGA I MET IN HS. You gonna go far my nigga, stay up.
Barely answering these now but thanks my boi! Good luck and stay up.
When the world’s most famous sneaker debuted in 1985, it was met not with celebration but censure. The dramatic red-and-black Air Jordan I crossed swords with the NBA’s uniform police, who banned the shoe from the league for its “non-regulation” colors. Michael Jordan, then a Chicago Bulls rookie, bucked league brass by wearing his signature kicks, a decision which cost him $5,000 in fines every time he set foot on the court. You can’t put a price on fashion. Or winning.
I am in love with..
GET THE FUCK OFF MY TUMBLR, NOSY!
Here and There.
Got these dull moments, gotta make you blush.
Are you getting used to it? Are we in too big of a rush?
Questions run through my head, unlock my phone, I’ll see it’s real.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t wonder, look for answers, I wouldn’t feel.
Happy when I’m with you, missing you when I’m not.
Guess I’m overall fucked ‘cause I feel you a lot.
It’s your feet to your head, I really like it all.
It’s the way you keep your chin up, when you’re walking 5’5 inches tall.
It’s those Dolce glasses, that one chipped nail.
It’s the perfect lips, surrounding that goofy smile.
It’s the 5 peircings on your left ear to the ear cuff on your right.
It’s the Skype sessions we have every night.
I know I wouldn’t say it this way, I sorta promised I wouldn’t.
I won’t be breaking the promise, if I just give you a hint.
Here it goes, I’m upside down, flipping, head under ankles.
Few tweets here and there, facebook status, and tumbls.
I’m scared of heights, it’s like you just pushed me.
I’m over the edge, now what does that mean?
(Source: brokenwood, via mr-le)
(via forever90s)
