#hipster hate

[aliens-and-grunge-and-stuff-blog]

To the weebs, dorks, losers and neckbeards that sit around computers making fun of hipsters....

Who goes out and has fun? Hipsters

Who takes pride in their appearances? Hipsters

Who has a wide taste in music and won’t insult you for yours? Hipsters

Who lives for the moment? Hipsters

Who goes out and makes new friends and not sit behind a computer in a chatroom saying “no girl likes me cos i’m too nice” ect? Hipsters

Who goes to festivals and holidays abroad, meets new people and has great times in the summer? Hipsters

Who loves their fashion and takes pride in it? Hipsters

So please just shut up hating hipsters because you are all stupid anyways

[aliens-and-grunge-and-stuff-blog]

what has the world got against hipsters?

[frevie-tarrlo]

[friendsofthemushroomkingdom]

The awkward moment when an obvious hipster blogger tries to convince you that their blog isn't hipster

[eternal-cowboy]

One of the greatest things about Halifax, NS? No hipsters. Okay there probably is but way less than in Montreal and Toronto. There's a lot of hot guys too. My mind is blown.

[idestroyworldsicreateworlds]

I'm a quirky and totally adorable girl and i'm just as cute as zooey Deschanel, it's just that my quirks aren't entirely socially acceptable.

take being late, for instance. I will rip your fucking head off if you're late. 

or my sniffing quirk. I will rip your fucking head off if you sniff.

maybe the more unusual one is my fixation with incest but at least that one doesn't involve dismemberment. I will, however cut out your vocal chords if you constantly interrupt me.

another particularly cute quirk is my violent hatred for people who assume they know more about myers-briggs than I do. 

And the last and most adorkable quirk is that I hate being mimicked and would like to get a human sized paper shredder to slice copy cats into tiny ribbons. <3

So fucking kawaii I can't fucking breathe it's just so fucking kawaii where are all my hipster boyfriends come on men come get me.

[soularmada]

And As the Veil Drops I see...

  Stalking tempest seas are in the distance

Smoke surrounds the online armies

Patrons of madness sit paralyzed; cyber-vacuum halos consume the hearts from the inside out as they launch deconstructing commands—to hypnotize the armies of keyboard-dancing automatons. 

Falling inside themselves, the trusting warriors of convenience smile artificial purpose while instagram-ing their own decay—with fingers ablaze, curious of the pain, they burn in the artificial sovereignty, then hook more souls to bow beneath hollow advances, tanning life's skin within coachella auras and spiraling in arrogant defiance of sanity-- your conscious unconsciousness is as obvious as your gentrifying conduct.

Wild-eyed and vanilla latte-smashed, they proclaim supremacy without sacrifice--while they crisscross the globe ironically dressed in faux-poverty,… afflicted by cancer of the self, and bleeding from the soul, they hum cafe playlists while true nature whispers just behind them.