Rude Girls Spitting

Name: Sarah
Age: 24
Location: Boston, MA / Montreal, QC 

 Creeper(s) Creeping

Frank Turner - Love Ire And Song

Well a teacher of mine once told me that life was just a list
Of disappointments and defeats, and you could only do your best.
And I said: well that’s a fucking cop out,
You’re just washed up and you’re tired,
And when I get to your age, well, I won’t be such a coward.
But these days I sit at home,
Known to shout at my TV,
And punk rock didn’t live up to what I’d hoped that it could be.
And all the things that I believed with all my heart when I was young
Are just coasters for beers and clean surfaces for drugs,
And I’ve packed all my pamphlets with my bibles at the back of the shelf.

Well it was bad enough, the feeling,
The first time it hit,
When you realized your parents let the world all go to shit,
And that the values and ideals for which many had fought and died
Had been killed off in committees
And left to die by the way-side.
But it was worse when we turned
To the kids on the left,
And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest
Yeah by idiot fucking hippies in fifty different factions,
Who’re locked inside some kind of sixties battle re-enactment.
And I hung up my banner in disgust and I head for the door.

Oh but once
We were young and we were crass enough to care,
But I guess you live and learn.
We won’t make that mistake again.
Oh, but surely just for one day yeah we could fight and we could win,
And if only for a little while,
We could insist on the impossible.

Well we’ve been a good few hours drinking,
So I’m gonna say what everyone’s thinking:
If we’re stuck on this ship and it’s sinking,
Then we might as well have a parade.
Because if it’s still going to hurt in the morning,
And a better plan’s yet to get forming,
Then where’s the harm spending an evening
In manning the old barricades?

So come on old friends, to the streets,
Let’s be 1905 but not 1917.
Let’s be heroes, let’s be martyrs, let’s be radical thinkers
Who never have to test drive the least of their dreams.
Let’s divide up the world into the damned and the saved,
And then ride to the valley like the old Light Brigade,
And straighten our backs, and we won’t be afraid,
And they’ll celebrate our deaths with a national parade.

So come on, let’s be young, let’s be crass enough to care,
Let’s refuse to live and learn.
Let’s make all our mistakes again, yes.
And then darling, just for one day yeah we can fight and we can win,
And if only for a little while,
We could insist on the impossible.

Leave the morning to the morning, yeah pain can be killed
With aspirin tablets and vitamin pills.
But memories of hope and of glorious defeat
Are a little bit harder to beat.

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Me:

i'm over my crush

Crush:

hey

Me:

nvm

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cutedessert:

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ruineshumaines:

Liz Climo on Tumblr.

Previoulsy: 1 - 2

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nickdrake:

 Born to Run, 1975.

nickdrake:

Born to Run, 1975.

brotaterchip:

Brand New: Mix Tape

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Brand New: Mix Tape

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Toulouse, 2010 Pentax MX (c) Nicolas Jahan

nicolasjahan:

Toulouse, 2010
Pentax MX
(c) Nicolas Jahan

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Don’t scribe and carriage. [extrafabulouscomics]

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slaycinder:

jpgay:

i hate when a more attractive person has a crush on the same person i do

It’s like performing in a talent show and finding out that Beyonce is going on before you

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In this picture from the early 1940s, travelers in California’s San Joaquin Valley gather owl’s clover and blue lupine in a field along Route 99.

Dylan O’Brien for Teen Vogue

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GQ France September 2014 [x]

GQ France September 2014 [x]

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