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14 hours ago on July 21st, 2014 | J | 94 notes
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14 hours ago on July 21st, 2014 | J | 540,042 notes
fohk:

“Silly Caucasian girl likes to play with Samurai swords”
Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003)Quentin Tarantino

fohk:

Silly Caucasian girl likes to play with Samurai swords”

Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003)
Quentin Tarantino

14 hours ago on July 21st, 2014 | J | 16,578 notes
narcimallows:

smile and clap along
have a sudden fit of coughing so you can awkwardly hide your face in your hands
beat-box
scream “dis my jAM” and jump on the table to break-dance
sing amazing grace as loud as you possibly can until they stop singing to you
go up to the closest person singing and hug them until they stop. however long it takes. keep holding them until they feel uncomfortable. bonus points for humming in their ear
start a mosh pit
striptease

narcimallows:

  • smile and clap along
  • have a sudden fit of coughing so you can awkwardly hide your face in your hands
  • beat-box
  • scream “dis my jAM” and jump on the table to break-dance
  • sing amazing grace as loud as you possibly can until they stop singing to you
  • go up to the closest person singing and hug them until they stop. however long it takes. keep holding them until they feel uncomfortable. bonus points for humming in their ear
  • start a mosh pit
  • striptease

14 hours ago on July 21st, 2014 | J | 214,965 notes
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14 hours ago on July 21st, 2014 | J | 42,283 notes
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tylermcwhatever:

halfstoned:

Punk Rock John // Neil Hilborn (Spoken Word)

Punk Rock John introduced himself to me at my first show. He said, “kid.. protect your teeth, do NOT lick the walls, and don’t piss off the crusty’s. If you get cut, let it bleed– you’ll be fine.”
I was 15 years old, thinking about unzipping my veins. And while most 15 year olds would have done drugs or written a fucking poem, I went to shitty bars and basements and gave my best friends black eyes.

For the first time in my life, I knew that when I fell, someone was gonna pick me up. That first mosh pit was not a quiet conversation about suicide, it was Punk Rock John telling me, “Hey asshole! Don’t kill yourself! Don’t waste your unscarred knuckles.” My rage bloomed. Why hate myself when I can hate parents, high school, the radio, record stores, magazines, corporations, yuppies, my parents, cops, rain, sunshine, beach days, phone books, and tiny FUCKING cupcakes? God damn, if that first day of punk didn’t sound like Buddy Holly played back, double time, distorted, compressed into four chords.

The first time I saw Punk Rock John, he was halfway through a frontflip stage dive, and he landed directly on me. He picked me up, dusted me off, and threw me back in the pit. Punk Rock John was 6’4” had hands the size a kick drum, and he smelled like a 20-year rain. He was Noah. He was our shepherd. One time, I was getting ready to dropkick some metal kid when John got me in a headlock and said, “quit fucking around, Neil! You don’t know who this kid’s friends are, and I ain’t putting you out if they set you on fire.”

John told us, “the church of punk rock was always open. If you wanna pray, just crank up the stereo until your ears bleed. If you wanna pray, just grab your brothers and sing! Sing out of tune, sing the wrong words- just sing! Loud!”

But then some out-of-town skin dropped a guillotine knifeblade into John’s skull. The blood was pouring from his ears. He was dead before he hit the ground. John brought me into a world where I felt loved, and that world took him away. I buried my leather jacket, patched the holes in my jeans, and tried to pluck the chords like stitches from my chest.. but John still speaks to me. When the world is larger than I am, when my chest is a vice.. I put that needle on the record, I turn it up until I can’t hear shit, and I tell myself: as long as I have hands, I can break something. As long as we can breathe, we can sing. As long as I can remember, I will hear him– he says, “kid, you’ll be fine.”

I think about this a lot.

14 hours ago on July 21st, 2014 | J | 372 notes
tastefullyoffensive:

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tastefullyoffensive:

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14 hours ago on July 21st, 2014 | J | 13,680 notes

rosaparking:

KEEP ME AFTER CLASS

14 hours ago on July 21st, 2014 | J | 10,069 notes

jesseplnkmvn:

today i was in hot topic with my mom and there was a bra with Simba on it so I asked her “want a lion king bra?” she said “why would i?” so I put it in front of my chest and said “hakuna ma tatas” she had to leave the store she was laughing so hard.

14 hours ago on July 21st, 2014 | J | 46,043 notes

"You have to pay attention to the moments when you’ve felt on top on the world. I remember the first time I was on stage, I was doing ‘West Side Story,’ I was 17 and this woman was crying because she liked what I was doing so much."

14 hours ago on July 21st, 2014 | J | 1,497 notes
14 hours ago on July 21st, 2014 | J | 48,796 notes

yuukikaai:

everybody has that one memefriend. all memes remind you of them. i’m proposing the word “memefriend” to be a new relationship description. are you two dating? no, we’re just memefriends

14 hours ago on July 21st, 2014 | J | 9,742 notes
Tagged as: #sabs 
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14 hours ago on July 21st, 2014 | J | 45,579 notes
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Song: Dreamin (Acoustic)
Artist: Mac DeMarco
Album: Konbini Acoustic Session
Played: 12,190 times.

Someday I’ll find her
And I’m still reminded
Maybe she’s best in dreams
She’s still the best I’ve seen

14 hours ago on July 21st, 2014 | J | 2,437 notes