Well, there was this one girl. She was blonde, petite. Smelled of marshmallows and promises.

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Well, there was this one girl. She was blonde, petite. Smelled of marshmallows and promises.
Miss you, Scott
“That stupid blockhead of a brother of mine is out in the pumpkin patch making his yearly fool of himself.”
“There is something wrong with me, And it reads nothing like poetry. Will you love me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies? There is something wrong with me.”
— “Dead Now,” Frightened Rabbit
My favorite covering my favorite
I’m begging you guys to watch Schitt’s Creek
The first time it was a tragedy The second time is a farce Outside it’s 1933 so I’m hitting the bar
But I don’t know what’s going on anymore The world outside is burning with a brand new light But it isn’t one that makes me feel warm Don’t go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Pastel Vibes at the Glacier Lagoon. #iceland (at Glacier Lagoon-Jökulsárlón) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqqN1x7BiH_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=290km3dhvnn7
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Veronica: Come on. Ruined lives? Bloodshed? You really think a relationship should be that hard? Logan: No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.
Song of the Day // Frightened Rabbit // Get Out (The latest song from FR!)
Frightened Rabbit. The Woodpile. Oh my goodness. This song is incredible! The video is so good too.
Ballynahinch Castle, Ireland (by Boganeer)
I stayed here last year and it was lovely all around
When my blood stops, Someone else’s will not. When my head rolls off, Someone else’s will turn. And while I’m alive, I’ll make tiny changes to earth.
Scott Hutchison
1981 - 2018
Some of the Trump protest signs in Glasgow:
All excellent work by everyone involved.
Thank you, Glasgow. ✊❤
When you write the rules in violence, don’t be surprised when the gentle respond in kind.
What the fuck is this even supposed to mean
thank you for asking. it is a direct response to the right-wing movement’s “keep the peace” rhetoric that suffices every page of “minion memes are funny” facebook. it is a direct response to the incredibly, incredibly ignorant demand that those who are being oppressed simply deal with it.
black people are being shot for being black by a militant police. millions of dollars pour into arming individuals who report domestic violence rates of two to four times larger than the general population. when black children are arrested for attending pool parties, the police officers are given the benefit of the doubt because “blue lives matter.” black children are not given any benefit. they are told to sit down and shut up and be un-violent, with the promise that if they are a peaceful people, they’ll be slaughtered someplace less public. when a man kneels, this is seen as offensive and degenerate. but police officers committing felonies is “just how it is.”
school children are being killed because individuals love a tool more than they love the incoming generation. despite the fact we know, as an open fact, that the NRA buys politicians, we are told to sit on our hands and just buy a gun if we don’t feel safe around them. the american schooling system is entirely built to be classist and currently forces college grads who didn’t die into a system of debt that ensures little to no upwards mobility for many students, ensuring the creation of a lower class that is indebted to the higher class. students are assured that Miss betsy deVil has their best interests at heart while she absolutely annihilates every chance they’ve got.
women speaking out about sexual assault get silenced so much that it takes forty women saying “yes, he does this, it happened to me” before someone is actually charged with assault. we literally live in a world where “incel” is a real thing women have to watch out for; a community set around the idea that men are owed a woman as a reward. these men and other men kill women for rejecting them. women are assured if they stop dressing like sluts and started giving these good honest men a chance, we would be hurt so much more delicately, without the man feeling nearly so close to guilty.
two years ago was the pulse shooting, where a latinx gay community was targeted, yet nobody talked about it on tv. instead every news caster pretended to be reeling: “what could he have wanted possibly.” this world, this america, this land-of-the-free, has gay/trans “panic defense” as a legal precedent in which i can be murdered if a straight person perceives an “unwanted homosexual advance”. i will not be around to defend myself, because i will be dead. i am assured that if i want to be upset about these things, i can just take my cake to another bakery. that it’s someone’s right to discriminate against me, because apparently freedom of speech covers bigotry.
a pedophile and white nationalist is not in prison but instead running for congress, even despite his online admittances about his desire for sexual violence (tw: don’t read his posts unless you want to vomit). i’m assured no one will vote for him, but just look at who our president is. they told me “no one will vote for him” too.
we have been told backwards and forwards and upside down that everything we do is violent. that our peaceful protests are riots. that our legal demands are taking away from real problems. that we are not being good, that the violence enacted upon us isn’t really violence, it’s just The Way It Is. They quote MLK to us while they step on our necks. the anger we have is always too much, too loud, too valid. it Upsets The Peace.
i’m saying: you made the game. you set it up and played. you made sure we were always, always, always losing.
you don’t get to be surprised when we return what you gave us. you don’t get to cry “hate begets hate” instead of stopping the original bigotry in the first place. you don’t get to say it’s not fair! when you’re the ones who made it unfair to begin with. you don’t get to turn the other cheek to nazis but call anti-nazis a disgrace while whining and keening you’re not actually a racist. you don’t get to ban abortion for the “sake of the children” and then turn your nose because people are protesting children in cages. you don’t get to wring your hands now that people are punching nazis rather than sitting them down and letting them have a say. i’m saying you made the fucking rules!!
we just figured out how to play.