ALL 👏🏾 OF 👏🏾 THEM 👏🏾
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I got chills all over
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ALL 👏🏾 OF 👏🏾 THEM 👏🏾
This post goes harder than any post has ever gone before.
I got chills all over
It’s Lock, Shock, and well, It’s the Belchers . . .
Punk’s not dead, just sleeping
Georgie the Spider Killing exper. It won’t see him coming 😅
Stitch likes to do pin up modeling in his spare time!
#91 Cloyster is startled by an explorer!
Georgie the Chimp!
I’m going to start posting some of my Art on my account. So here we go!
The darkness is back. Wraps me in its somber arms Welcome my old friend. Whispers in ear like the autumn breeze. I’m here to stay.
N.R Wells (via the-dark-tales-of-nr)
- N.R Wells
With the words of the dead whispering in his ears. The tales of past lives live through his words. Darkness, Death, Remorse, and Regret. These are words NOT to live by.
N.R Wells (via the-dark-tales-of-nr)
It starts with a simple hello. Till you realize you fell below, the curse of the witch that stole thy heart. thinking you’re off to a new start.
N.R Wells (via the-dark-tales-of-nr)
If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.
It has returned to my dash and I cannot fight the compulsion to reblog…
the patrick lobster appears only once in a thousand years, reblog for good luck
Listen up Punks
If you think Punk is just an aesthetic, get out. If you think punk is all ripped jeans, rock and roll, and wild hair, please leave. If you claim to be a punk but make no effort to change society’s standards and challenge the norm outside of your fashion choices, I have a problem with you. Don’t get me wrong I’m not some elitist asshole who wants to tell you what you can and can’t be, but I will implore you to go look up the history of punk. True punks fight for the oppressed. Punk isn’t just about patches and pins, and it’s certainly not this “I don’t give a fuck” shit I’ve been seeing from some self-proclaimed “punks”.
To be punk is to care enough to say “fuck society for hurting you” to minorities.
Right now, we need the you to really prove how punk you are. If you truly are punk, show some antifascist action.
Sincerely, a frustrated queer punk.
It’s crazy how things change in the course of five years. It’s been five years since i’ve set foot on a stage, playing punk and screaming at the top of my lungs. The feelings experienced were second to none. I miss the crowed, I miss the people, but overall, I miss my extended family.
I disappeared, stepped in to the dark abyss I call my mind. slowly pulling my self together. Now that I’m back, Things are a lot worse. Racism is as American pie, we have Neo fucking Nazis freely roaming the streets as happy as can be.
We were finally progressing! Slowly but surely. They only thing America has done is regressed to the 60′s. I guess it’s time to dust of my vest and bass, plug it in one last time, raise my middle finger and yell “You’re not my president!” Followed by the heaviest, fastest riffs.
We’ve been patiently waiting, the time is now.
The revolution starts with you.