hardcore punk is occasionally really monotonous.
how is this supposed to be revolutionary and exciting when nobody wants anything new.
just keep stomping from one end of the room to the other until you’re dead.
R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit
this is the only september 11th post I’m reblogging
If I punch myself and it hurts, am I too weak or too strong?
Holy fuck this messed me up
Some people be like: “Woah! I have feelings for another human being! Holy shit! This is self - defining and I am utterly dependent on a degradable connection!”
Meanwhile, I’m chillin eating snacks and counting down until the first when I can have a space all my own and can selectively let others inside.
All I’m saying is some people love selfishly. I love snacks in a selfish manner. I’ll share, but don’t get it twisted, sistah.
"It’s like getting into a bath. But the water is, like, warm chocolate pudding. And the Smiths are playing "There’s a Light That Never Goes Out". There’s warm lighting all over, and then, like, five dudes massaging you."
"And you have a pizza."
"She’s right. And you also have a pizza."
The dog is now in a foster home.
Here’s to hoping I can get through the night sleeping alone *raises my 3 liter jug of water*