2010… I just want you to know, you were alright with me buddy.
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Well, whatever the case, everyone is looking for something, and if you didn’t find it in 2010, I genuinely hope you find it in 2011. And if you found it in 2010, look for something better in 2011.
Happy New Year everyone
the Novocain didn’t numb my mouth at all. So I felt everything.
Shit sucked.
And I have to go back Monday, so they can botch another Novocain injection.
My dirty sailor’s mouth isn’t pleased with me, so it bit my tongue. And then I was all like, “oh yeah? well I’m not gonna brush you tonight.”
…but then I did
=l
Someone Still Love You Boris Yeltsin_Glue Girls(Daytrotter Sessions)
It’s no secret that this band is great, but Datrotter just has this magical way of making them—and countless other wonderful bands—sound just that much more amazing.
Hahahaha yeah man, please replant it, and then send me a picture. If I’m ever in the area, I’ll be sure to hit you up first. But for now, chillin on tumblr will be all haha
Hahahaha yeah man, please replant it, and then send me a picture. If I’m ever in the area, I’ll be sure to hit you up first. But for now, chillin on tumblr will be all haha
it takes every ounce of your muscle tissue
not to erupt,
as you think about
the lush green graveyard
of this stagnant town
devouring your bones
before you can
get
out
I’ve mainly been posting and reblogging pictures.
I haven’t felt the need or want to write anything on here lately, so my apologies for that. I attribute it to the recent increases in soul-numbing apathy, alcohol consumption, and beard growth. Also, insomnia might be another contributing factor.
Here’s to hoping everyone else is well.
Finishing my whiskey and going to bed somewhat earlier than usual tonight—that is if I can actually get to sleep.
This is for every kid who is stuck in a place that they can’t wait to get far, far away from one day.
Titus Andronicus_Theme From “Cheers”
It’s time to sleep so Satna can break into my house, and vandalize my living room floor with colorfully wrapped boxes of shit. .. One of these years I’m going to call the police / . Or maybe I’ll just shoot him in his mouth.
yeah. I’ll shoot him right in his mouth, and I’ll sleep like a king after I do it. I swear i will.
The Marked Men_Going Crazy
Merry Christmas…Here’s some punk rock.
This is my favorite holiday. Mostly because I’m full of hate.
I’ll start with the Airing of Grievances a bit later.
portraitofatumblr reblogged your photo: Much better.
You’re lucky that Central Jersey is included in the portrait of what New Jersey should look like. Central Jersey exists…
Grow up Greg. There’s no such thing as Central…
You look at the map and tell me boys. . There’s no middle ground. It’s like being a TottenChels fan… Just not possible
not worth it
not worth it
A serious amount of the people that I follow back happen to be Modest Mouse fans…Not sure if that helps your query. I fully believe in digging back as far as I can into a follower’s archives. I hate when people disregard everything on a blog that was posted before they began following…It’s on that blog for a reason.
On indie rock:
“People who embrace their feelings are kind of the last outlaws in the post-modern world. So much of our culture—especially indie rock—over the past few decades has been so geared towards pushing away all feelings. There’s such a big emphasis on things being ironic, people trying to detach themselves from things, bands just being above everything for so long, like too cool for school. When everybody is just goofin’ all the time, after a while it’s like: who cares. So we’re making a point to give a shit, because in this world it’s just crazy enough to work.”
And on a slightly different note:
“Have you heard about these German Anarchists who almost took over Chicago in the late 19th century. Well, spoiler alert they all ended up getting executed, even though they were all totally peaceful and totally punk. So I really like those guys now.”
This is a war we can’t win.
After 10,000 years, it’s still us against them,
And my heroes have always died at the end
So who’s going to account for these sins?
