J. 20. Los Angeles. Musician. Taken. Queer. Graphic Design Student. Motorcyclist.
This is me.
Some may say I’m wishing my days away.The Police - Walking on the Moon
Every now and then, I remember the insignificance of the things I do in my day-to-day life. I am in a perpetual race to nowhere.
AKA I’m quickly remembering how much I fucking hate school and everyone in it.
Someone needs to buy this for me. And when I say someone, I mean me.
The human race is just a chemical scum on a moderate-sized planet, orbiting around a very average star in the outer suburb of one among a hundred billion galaxies. We are so insignificant that I can’t believe the whole universe exists for our benefit. That would be like saying that you would disappear if I closed my eyes.
Gym attire.
Going to the gym has become a part of my regular routine. 25 pounds lost since January and still going!
My dad dropped the CBR once upon a time. Stitched up the crack in the fairing today.
Frankenbike.
My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy. That some people, unable to go to school, were more educated and more intelligent than college professors.
— Maya Angelou (via wisdomist)
Pictures from last week’s big ride. All the LA clubs riding out to the OC.
