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reblogged from: MexicaTiahui
TULA'I
In the Samoan language the term "tula'i" means to arise, to stand in a proud manner. In the face of all that seeks to put me down, I designate this word as my shield and my sword, to challenge it all.
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reblogged from: rootsdeep
*whispers* nigga..
I’M DYINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
I fucking love hirrrrr
ON THE FLOOR.
HAHAHAHAHA… “These lips aren’t plump and juicy for aesthetics.”<—Best part (except the end which has already been discussed.)
I am laughing so hard right now. OMG. OMFG! I love this video & everything it stands for y’all.
omfg super, i fucking love you.
i just love you.
let me loooovveeee yyyooouuuuuuu
(Source: super-eklectic1)
reblogged from: fuck yeah hawaii
(Source: gottabebryson)
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Me this morning (and every other).
Why do I drink so much? =(
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Get it girl!
reblogged from: rootsdeep
reblogged from: Fuck Yeah, Tattoos!
Samoan Tribal by SikkWidditink EBomb Seattle, WA.
This guy (EBomb) was visiting Hawaii on vacation and my cousin convinced him to take four hours out of his time to drive out to my house and do this for me. All traditional designs, entirely freehand.
THAT’S ME! Thanks FYT for making my day!
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reblogged from: HeroChan
Superheroes Art Print - by Danny Haas
Twitter || Facebook || Herochan
Single versions
Spider-Man | Superman | Iron Man | Batman
(Source: herochan)
R.I.P. Amy Winehouse, you truly inspired me.
If a musician can find solace in anything, I’m sure its knowing that their music was heard halfway across the world by someone they didn’t know and that they were moved by it.
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Lemons.
It’s been about a week and a half since Dad died, and I still haven’t completely gotten over it. Not that I’ve expected to either. I’ve stopped crying though (for the most part), I’ve gone back to work (if 1-2 shifts a week is work), but I haven’t been able to go back to school. I show up on the days I have class and all, but I never leave the library and end up going home. In fact all I’ve really done these past few weeks, aside from funeral arrangements, is plan out commemorative tattoos. Which now that I’ve typed it out and read it sounds like a cliche way of dealing with death. But really I’m worried about flunking out of school. I mean my professors seem understanding and all and are giving me some slack, but how can you really expect me to show up to school and write term papers and make class presentations when I have to write a eulogy and prepare myself to carry my father’s coffin to its resting place. School just seems so irrelevant now. I just miss the normalcy in my life. Guess I will just try to go to school again…
