February 2011
154 posts
I want to wear a sundress! Fucking snow.
January 2011
78 posts
ugh....fucking...bullshit...damnit. →
The davening of the dead.: Dear father, →
mintsmintsmints:
So, I found a letter your wrote my in 2009 while packing away all my shit before I leave. Yeah, thanks for saying that you’re sorry that you haven’t talked to me in 15 years since before then. Thanks for saying that you’re proud of me for finishing high school throughout my struggles which I’m…
i know this is personal and that you probably don’t want the internet...
I keep on falling for the sweet guy, but it always turns out that they just want sex like everyone else. Maybe I don’t look like girlfriend material. Maybe I’m just bad at romance.
Nothing exposes the lie of my independence quite like being sick. I just want someone to hold me while I curl up into their chest because I need human contact now more than I ever have in the past.
Watchmintsmintsmints:
murderandmetonymy:
coketalk:
Have fun storming the castle!
Seriously, kids. I hope the revolution goes swimmingly. I wish you all the best of luck, and please try not to get shot.
Ya, um, despite the inevitability and hilarity of the song + video mashup, maybe it’s best you didn’t speak of austerity and sobriety of a not-yet-a-revolution/potential bloodbath as if its a...
Watchthemadeshop:
“Why we Need a Christian Dictator”
Oh. Right, yeah.
I never really thought of it like that before.
it never fails to upset me (even when my body is ravaged by the flu I can still get excited by a religious zealot) that there are people who truly believe this, but then i think about this:
and suddenly everything makes a little bit more sense. thanks okcupid!
my dreams are vivid
so, i’ve been having a lot of ridiculous dreams lately. like dreams where this elaborate story unfolds and suddenly I’m in the midst of spectacular worlds. I mean, they’re all normal, but extraordinary things happen in them. The one last night started with my hugging a statue of George Harrison, him coming to life, and hugging me back. Then I got to hang out and shoot the shit...
hitRECordJoe: The Social Network & My Generation... →
hitrecordjoe:
The Social Network & My Generation an open letter to my friend Peter Travers Peter, Hey man! So, I finally watched The Social Network the other night, and today I read your review of it, curious about your claim that this film defines my generation. First let me say, I agree that…
balls yes.
teendrama:
Seriously does anyone actually use colored condoms in real life?
yes. but only for ridiculous purposes. also, glow in the dark.
how did i just now hear about this? →
racism in black and white (or yellow, red, and... →
The endless well of knowledge that is Chuck...
nicoleranee:
flintxbeard:
“Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.” “On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.”
Yessssss
please see my above post for awful, awful irony.
these things that i do? they hold no significance to the rest of the world. please, dear god, help me fix this.
teendrama:
would much rather have a gay son than a daughter tbh nbd js hth lil fyi.
I can’t even begin to decipher this…
So the fact that tumblr is getting tons of people joining from my area is cool, but sometimes you just want to remain semi-anonymous. Being in a sort-of-small town (in the sense that it’s a small scene) sucka for exactly this reason. I feel like I can’t meet anyone new ever. And the new people I do meet aren’t anywhere as cool as the people I already know. I’m just weary,...
SLC Punk changed my life. As did Guttermouth,The Dwarves, and Ten Foot Pole. My first boyfriend was a neo-punker, and my favorite music is still shit I could get down to while fucking your shit up. Dissonance and chaos with a couple of chords behind it will still move my heart, and no one understands why I long to be transported back to the days of the late 70s. preferably L.A. valley, shit-hole...
