THE BOMB-DIGGITY

i totally care

mauridianhallow:

beatlesboobsandbulges:

My dad just said: at your age you’ll probably wanna try a lot of things. Boys, girls, being a girl, being a boy, being punk or goth or spunky. And im okay with that. As long as you don’t come home and tell me youre a republican

parents who care

(via fire-crotchh)

first-kiss-since-45:

vikadi:

set of nostalgia drawings by gabriel picolo. i don’t think i have enough space on my tumblr for all his works that i’d like to post.

these are incredible

(via joshpeck)

khounstipated:

At 3AM, we decided to go for a walk in our hometown of San Carlos. My brother had just turned 21 this morning and after we had enough of Netflix, (yes, that’s entirely possible,) we followed my brother around town. We passed the streetlights that have simultaneously always shot red into the intersection, lurked around our old apartment complexes, passed the “haunted house with spoiled milk,” then walked our way into the middle of downtown. He traced intimate steps from his childhood, telling his friends about people of our past that have been long gone. He pointed out the stores that once were, that now are. He reminisced vivid memories that projected themselves onto each and every one of us, as if they were ours to own. I can recall most of them growing up, but never in the way they affected him; I could never feel the way he did, and currently does. When we walked out from the center of our first apartment complex, he sighed and said, “People never stay. They always have to go and leave, most of them never come back. When one of these units become vacant, I’m moving back here.” At 12AM this morning, he turned 21 and tonight he shared a lifetime of memories that I will never forget.

khounstipated:

At 3AM, we decided to go for a walk in our hometown of San Carlos. My brother had just turned 21 this morning and after we had enough of Netflix, (yes, that’s entirely possible,) we followed my brother around town. We passed the streetlights that have simultaneously always shot red into the intersection, lurked around our old apartment complexes, passed the “haunted house with spoiled milk,” then walked our way into the middle of downtown. He traced intimate steps from his childhood, telling his friends about people of our past that have been long gone. He pointed out the stores that once were, that now are. He reminisced vivid memories that projected themselves onto each and every one of us, as if they were ours to own. I can recall most of them growing up, but never in the way they affected him; I could never feel the way he did, and currently does.
When we walked out from the center of our first apartment complex, he sighed and said, “People never stay. They always have to go and leave, most of them never come back. When one of these units become vacant, I’m moving back here.” At 12AM this morning, he turned 21 and tonight he shared a lifetime of memories that I will never forget.

Joyce Manor - See How Tame I Can Be

sadfriends:

See How Tame I Can Be | Joyce Manor 

"Stand out in the hallway,
Fall into my arms because I want you
Can’t you tell at all?”

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h0llo:

i havent made any really bad decisions lately im getting bored

(via anitaspallenberg)

coca-koala:

It’s so sad that some of the loveliest and kindest people dislike themselves a lot

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Modern Baseball & Marietta - It's Cold Out Here

mitchellkeo:

It’s Cold Out Here - Modern Baseball

I TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU JUST OUTSIDE YOUR MOM’S PLACE
YOU LAUGHED AND YOU FELT BAD AS WE SAT THERE RED FACED
I FELT LIKE A BITCH SO I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT
BUT I GUESS BREN WAS RIGHT BABE
CAUSE WHO’S LAUGHING NOOOOOOWWW

(via s3ppo)

"When Kurt Cobain was alive he was known as the mysterious, quiet rocker. When he died he was known as a depressed drug addict. Kurt Cobain didn’t use drugs because the drugs used him. I don’t think anyone who knew him personally saw him the way the media portrayed him. Did the media ever mention that after a show was over he would sit in the tour bus and write back fan mail? He would try to answer at least thirty letters a night. In 1993, the media never reported the story of Kurt Cobain visiting a fan who wrote him [Kurt Cobain] a letter and asked him to come see her before she died of Cancer. They [the media] never forgot to remind everyone that he had demons though. Don’t listen to what you might have heard from the media. Kurt Cobain loved every single fan he had. He just couldn’t deal with being put on a pedestal that he was constantly afraid of falling off of.” - Danny Goldberg

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