Pac stood up, and it’s the first thing you heard him say in like, two weeks of court. ‘You know, your honor, throughout this entire court case, you haven’t looked me or my attorney in the eye once. It’s obvious that you’re not here in the search for justice, so therefore, there’s no point in me asking for a lighter sentence. I don’t care what you do cause you’re not respecting us, this is not a court of law; as far as I’m concerned, no justice is being served here, and you still can’t look me in the eye. So I say, do what you wanna do, give me whatever time you want, because I’m not in your hands, I’m in God’s hands.
I love him. 108372947th reblog.
OHHHH THE LAST SENTENCE THOUGH. TELL EM HOW ITS DONE IN THE HOOD, PAC.
By Jayne Steiger
i actually have a fashion taste that is completly different from what i actually wear but i dont have enough confidence to wear what i really want to wear
does anyone else have this other self they’ve created in their mind that is not really exactly you irl but is more like what you want to be and has a life that continues in your head with like weird continuing daydreams but they’re not perfect or anything and wow i forget where i was going with this
what if i did my homework in Circular Gallifreyan
what if i did my homework
what if i did a Gallifreyan
Meg: calling men out on their bullshit since 700 BC.
What if the trials are turning Sam into an angel? Then Dean will figure out how to become one, too. Then Sam, Dean, and Cas can be Charlie’s angels.
Sam, Dean, & Cas: Good morning Charlie. Charlie Bradbury: Good morning bitches.