passive aggrevsive letters to no one in particular
[if you want something, dont depend on anyone else, dont expect anything, do what needs to be done yourself. and if it doesnt work out, who cares. thats not the point.]
[when you’re in your fourties, sitting at home in suburbia just like the rest of us, let me know what throwing away your youth to remain insutunionalized did for your life that it wouldnt have later on. i’d love to know.]
[dont waste time on friendships that are occasional. if you’re there, you’re there. if only you’re there sometimes, you never were at all. aint nobody got time for that.]
[i’d knock you out if i had the chance. thats about it.]
• 19 August 2014 • 6 notes
Anonymous said: you're the reining emo king of canada
Assuming you meant reigning, this is either insanely depressing or really awesome but either way, ok. I accept.
• 16 August 2014 • 9 notes
#preview : @luke_vicious x @ne_street capsule collection coming soon. #lukevicious #nestreet #disasterstrikes
• 16 August 2014 • 4,978 notes
Songs to fuck to
go get your knife, and come in
go get your knife, and lay down
go get your knife, get filthy
go get your knife, now kiss me
• 16 August 2014 • 65 notes
Anonymous said: a duck walks into a bar. QUACK. thats it.
When is this from and why am I laughing hysterically?
• 16 August 2014 • 1 note
Anonymous said: You're in Safe to Say AND Iris? God damn you're perfect. For the love of god marry me.
Yes I am, no I’m not, thanks but no thanks get outta here.
• 16 August 2014 • 6 notes
Here’s a song about being a smitten, self-centered dumb ass.
she always felt so cold, in her white walled hospital room. she said “i need a bit of warmth, so i can use the reds to fight my blues”. i promised her i’d find a way to change the lack of colour where she hurts. and while she don’t care much for me, i’d bleed and bruise and i would kill for her. i watched her fall in love with that bastard who dont give a damn. to him shes one of many, and “ongoing” one night stand. she’s still cold. so i followed him, pulled out my knife. i stabbed that motherfucker in the throat until he died and i wiped his blood across my lips. you dont know love until you’ve tasted it. shivering she cried “i hope he’s fine”, i painted her room in warm blood red lies. and she aint cold. there’s colour on every wall. she dont care much for me, and i dont care at all.
Here’s an acoustic song I wrote in an empty apartment a few months ago.
• 16 August 2014 • 755 notes
If you’re into any form of shoegaze then check this out. Seriously amazing
Always nice seeing one of my bands pop up on my dash. Respect.
• 16 August 2014 • 80 notes