There was only one night game a year. On the 4th of July, the whole sky would brighten up with fireworks, giving us just enough light for a game. We played our best then because, I guess, we all felt like the big leaguers under the lights of some great stadium. Benny felt like that all the time. We all knew he was gonna go on to bigger and better games, because every time we stopped to watch the sky on those nights like regular kids, he was there to call us back. You see, for us, baseball was a game. But for Benjamin Franklin Rodriguez, baseball was life.

(Source: orchid-bud)




kimmyfromthe6:

RICHBOY- THROW SOME D’S (SXYLK EUROCREME EDIT)



Never slander another person’s excitement.





College freshmen are younger than the Lion King. I don’t think I’m ok with that.





pinkcookiedimples:

blvckhippy:

no-equal:

forever reblog

Very rare


Mike was a P.I.M.P

ninewhitebanners:

A Mongolian first-grader with a Mickey Mouse backpack walks home from school, against the backdrop of the Altai mountains. Photo by Andrew Cullen.



this summer imma be in the woods listenin ta stevie wonder wit da deer drunk off my ass u heard it here first on the Queefington Post



that mouth has fallen from the grace of god.




Peter Przybille