Sushi and beer.
May 31, 2012
May 30, 2012
May 22, 2012
My future is bleak and I know it just fine. With every breath that I take, I’m embracing my big kiss goodnight. I was born to die.
How do I explain how I live this way to my friends and family? They’ll never feel the way I feel just tell me how bad I’ve failed. I’m broke as fuck, I’m lonely and lit, the fucking suns rising again. I ought to sleep but the memory of her smile is killing me. Turn that radio up! I’m jamming Beast of Burden like a motherfucker, what. Can’t find a cure just gonna numb the hurt. Oxycontin & Jupiler. Turn that radio up! I’m jamming Beast of Burden like a motherfucker, what. Too drunk to dream and too far to care.
She said I’m born to lose, well fuck that shit, I’m out to win. True romance? Little girl please. Heartache is all that’s in store for me.
May 21, 2012
What is hardcore? I need someone to clear it up for me. Because I thought it was a community where every walk of life who felt alone, broken, and shattered could come and feel accepted. I thought it was less about the band name on your shirt and more about loving the music. Less about what comes out of your mouth and more about what you do. Not giving a fuck about what people think and doing what you know to be right in your heart. Yeah, breakdowns are cool but hardcore is about way more than that, so get your shit straight.
Jesse Barnett (Stick To Your Guns)(Source: darkmanolo)
May 19, 2012
I’d be stoked to sleep now. I also kind of miss tumblr. WOMP -_______-
May 18, 2012
May 15, 2012
I got arrested this morning for some bullshit I wasn’t involved with. Fuck the police and fuck the kids who made shit up about me. Faggots. Go choke on your own vomit you fucking slime.
