Priceonomics Blog: The Street Kids of San Francisco

priceonomics:

In San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury district, youth homelessness is impossible to overlook. Spend any time in the neighborhood, and you’ll notice that hundreds of “street kids” – young homeless in their teens and twenties toting large backpacks and sleeping bags – call Haight Street and Golden Gate…

tiffanysnortsglitter:

d’awww, descendents valentines

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WrongWayRound Promotions: TEAM WWR - TOP RECORDS OF 2012 DAWG! (PAUL & CHRIS)

wrongwayroundpunkrock:

Its the end of the year and we all love lists right?

We have all come together to bring you our own individual takes on what records we thought were best,

Check them out BELOW…

PAUL -

Top 10 Records 2012

The Smith Street Band - Sunshine & Technology.

Their debut album “No One Gets…

Hey, read my opinions on what’s good this year. Also Paul.

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We all died broke and most of us lived that way. It was a debilitating game. Just to get your shoes on in the morning was a victory.
Bukowski - Pulp
Books’ll blow your mind man.

Books’ll blow your mind man.

screams-in-caves:

fuckyeahmelancholy:

I’m a little worried that if you asked her out and she said yes and you went on a nice date and had a lot in common and it turned out you both loved some obscure book that was published in the 1930s and then you went home and you walked her to her door and kissed her goodnight and went home and then you wondered if that was okay because she didn’t call you in the morning and she didn’t call you the next evening either and you wanted to respect her boundaries but you also really wanted to call her but you didn’t want to look like a creeper but then she called you and you said “I was just going to call you” and she asked if you wanted to go to a movie or something and you said yeah and went to see a rom-com even though you don’t really like rom-coms but this one was surprisingly good and she laughed and cried a little and you held hands and you walked her to her door again when the date was over and this time she asked if you wanted to come up and she doesn’t drink coffee but she has tea and she made some for you and it tasted alright but you’re not giving up coffee and then you started making-out and she pulled you into the bedroom and undressed slowly and giggled at you as she did and then she stopped in just her bra and panties and she looked at you and she ran a finger over her breasts and said “I know everyone wants to” and you went up there and you motorboated that shit like a motherfucker but then you felt yourself shrinking and becoming intangible and you couldn’t pull away and soon you were just another freckle on Christina Hendricks’ bosom and your soul was serving to power her cruel ginger magicks.
I mean, it’d be worth it, but still, that’s a concern.

Oh dear god, you win. I cracked up towards the end of that.

One of my greatest fears.

screams-in-caves:

fuckyeahmelancholy:

I’m a little worried that if you asked her out and she said yes and you went on a nice date and had a lot in common and it turned out you both loved some obscure book that was published in the 1930s and then you went home and you walked her to her door and kissed her goodnight and went home and then you wondered if that was okay because she didn’t call you in the morning and she didn’t call you the next evening either and you wanted to respect her boundaries but you also really wanted to call her but you didn’t want to look like a creeper but then she called you and you said “I was just going to call you” and she asked if you wanted to go to a movie or something and you said yeah and went to see a rom-com even though you don’t really like rom-coms but this one was surprisingly good and she laughed and cried a little and you held hands and you walked her to her door again when the date was over and this time she asked if you wanted to come up and she doesn’t drink coffee but she has tea and she made some for you and it tasted alright but you’re not giving up coffee and then you started making-out and she pulled you into the bedroom and undressed slowly and giggled at you as she did and then she stopped in just her bra and panties and she looked at you and she ran a finger over her breasts and said “I know everyone wants to” and you went up there and you motorboated that shit like a motherfucker but then you felt yourself shrinking and becoming intangible and you couldn’t pull away and soon you were just another freckle on Christina Hendricks’ bosom and your soul was serving to power her cruel ginger magicks.

I mean, it’d be worth it, but still, that’s a concern.

Oh dear god, you win. I cracked up towards the end of that.

One of my greatest fears.

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danallenillustration:

BREAKING RAD!!!

danallenillustration:

BREAKING RAD!!!

Look at this
absolute fucking
gentleman I've
got looking at my shit