I really need to make a New Hampshire Straightedge varsity jacket.
“From what I’ve seen, your funny little happy-go-lucky little life leaves devastation in its wake. Always moving on because you dare not look back. Playing with so many people’s lives, you might as well be a god. And you’re right, Doctor. You’re absolutely right. Sometimes… you let one go.”
(via alltheweepingangels)
I’ll probably spark a considerable amount of butthurt by saying all this but yolo. Excuse me if I’m incorrect or misinformed, however.
In all seriousness though, what has happened to straight edge? Now, I always thought that respect was the top principle - to yourself, physically and mentally,…
“Straightedge kids are way too elitist and it’s bullshit and I’m so much better at straightedge than everybody else.”
The irony in this post…
Blew out that bad boy at the show tonight. The sound guy gave me some tape. What a hero.
Circlepitcirclepitcirclepit
I mailed a record to Portugal.
It cost $20.45.
WHAT!?
And after all the times that I looked out for you
Yeah I was shocked to hear you didn’t miss me too
And after all the times that I looked out for you
I can’t believe, you wouldn’t miss me too
So let me share for you in plain English
just how my life is a mess
and how I’m fixing it
first step’s the motions I go through
like forgetting step two
and how I forgot you
Because we’re fairweather friends ‘til the end
and I’ve been dying to send you a postcard
‘cause I made it this far
It’s been awhile since the songs that we penned
but I know that we will always be fairweather friends ‘til the end
So go ahead and learn this song on ukulele
yeah it won’t fucking phase me a bit
(won’t fucking phase me a bit)
so let me shed some light
on how your shirt’s too tight
and how I’m sick of your bullshit
I wish that I had it in me
to see through your insecurity
Yeah I don’t sleep enough
and I think it’s starting to
effect the way I think
and all the things I do
I’ve been forgetting my lines
for maybe seven months
but I’ve got Friday off
I hope that that’s enough to fix this
If you’ve been kicked in or abused or mistreated or misused
You were told there is nowhere to go but up for you
If you’ve been hurt or you’ve been betrayed
Or you’ve been fucked or you’ve been displaced
You were told it was probably your fault anyway
But when your Hustler subscription and your Xanax prescriptions
Make you feel lonelier instead
You don’t want to hear about all those starving children
You don’t want to be told it’s all in your head
‘Cause if it’s all in your head, that’s terrible
I saw a junkie lying in a puddle of his own blood last week
I saw a cyclist get hit by a car
I saw a homeless guy chug a bottle of mouthwash on Christmas Eve
No, you can never fall too far
You can buy a salad glove, you can buy an iPod
And you can sell that shit to Bookmans when your wife dies and you lose your job
You can hope it gets better, you can follow your dreams
But hope is for presidents and dreams are for people who are sleeping
My friend Erin says, “at best, we’re all two or three bad decisions away
from becoming the ones that we fear and pity”
And Tony says it’s important to bear some witness when you can
And that’s not hard to do in the city that I live in
You don’t have it any better, you don’t have it any worse
You’re an irreplaceable human soul with your own understanding of what it means to suffer
And that’s a huge bummer
Dear YouTube,
Yes, you’re right. The female singer (guitarist/bassist/drummer) of (insert band) is really pretty.
But, she’s also a profession musician. And, if you’ll believe it, a human being.
Being a creep isn’t cool. It’s not a joke. Sexism isn’t punk. Fuck you.
It’s weird how many notes this has. But weirder how many people took this entirely the wrong way.
I just wanna watch music videos and not read about how many people wanna fuck the singer, because that’s like, not cool.
