soulciology

In Memory of Brian Weatherford
November 27, 1991 - November 15, 2011

“every plan is a tiny prayer to father time.” rest in peace and love brian weatherford.

got my pinky swag.

until you wake up, we will fight for you.

love child and street creature.

so much on my mind that it can’t recline
blastin’ holes in the night ‘til she bled sunshine
breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline

every atom in your body came from a star that exploded.
and the atoms in your left hand
probably came from a different star
than your right hand.
it really is the most poetic thing i know about physics.
you are all stardust.