Tired and beaten. Voice withering away to nothing. I’m walking in the footprints made by those who have been defeated. I’ve watched men and women made of steel get burned up as easily as dry leaves and left depleted. All of my heroes have been ruined or written out of history. I could be destined to fade away like so many before me. But as long as my heart keeps beating. I still can’t stop screaming. Silence. Is violence. I’m bending. I’m breaking. I’m broken. I’m still alive. #NowSpinning
Florida aquarium date with Hannah. #RemindsMeOfTheBringMeTheHorizonAlbumCoverFor #CountYourBlessings
Pianos Become The Teeth- Good Times
Found this at work, reading it on my break with the smokers.
Gave Hannah a new haircut. So punk. #paulmitchell #FutureProfessional
The world is actually a beautiful place. And I am no longer afraid to die.
“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.”
Kurt Vonnegut (via anditslove)(Source: bobbyflick)
(Source: lettersto-savemyself)
I used to listen to my life,
I was so put together,
I chose what I wanted to be in that age of chasing sand,
the age of believing in everything,
but I couldn’t save you,
I couldn’t save what was taken away,
and i’m still singing, and you still can’t stay.
You “loved life,” and those words have lasted,
I just wish I would have had ears for more than what you said
because i still feel the lack long after.
Such a light body, such a quiet gait leaving behind the weight of the world,
I’ll always think it was too early to lose your shine,
I guess the means that ends us means nothing,
I just hope it’s the peace we all need,
Because I could love and drown in your God damned smile lines,
but I think i burnt up watching you rallying to stay alive,
and I guess that’s fine.
It seems we all get sick,
we all die in some no name hospital with the same colored walls,
and I guess that’s fine,
but I want to swallow, I want to stomach, I want to live.
It’s been a rough while and some days are worse than others,
there’s no proper way to feel, no mirth, no levity, no amazing grace,
just a flame on a lake floating away,
I can’t let you lay,
I want you to know, I’m learning patience against my will,
I want you to know, I’ll get by, always barely scraping
with just a hunger, with just a heart apart,
it’s a hell of a thing.I hope you know he loved you.
A venn diagram of things that Hardcore bands hate. Help me fill in some of the gaps.
I hate everything.
Charles Bronson - Deathwish
Straightedge Justice
“Your smile in the face of your greatest fear was the greatest gift a mother has ever received from her child.”
Pianos Become the Teeth-Houses We Die In (via pieces0fthesky)I do remember you dude. You’re one of the original people I followed when I first started, and I remember everything about your blog and the things you’ve shared about your life. Now you’re 20 and I feel ancient. Thank you, and I hope you’re doing well also and live life how you want, and through your eyes, not the computer screen. :)
