Mama went out and bought herself $1,682 worth of cymbals and hardware B)
status: in a deep discussion about Italians with elif
I’d paint my walls with it.
Some days they’d look like flowers
blooming beneath Winter skies
when the snow’s stopped falling
for a little while to let us breathe.
Other days, they’d be paint water
spilt on the floor and we’d lie arms
outstretched over them, staring at
the ceiling, soaking up our mess.
We’d make snow angels.
Then there are days when I could
stand so still, back pressed closely,
so hard on the wall and you wouldn’t
even see me. You’d pass by like the
breeze and I’d be the music sheets
fluttering quietly to the floor.
Your violin won’t be able to mask
the sound your fists make when
they collide with my ribs forever,
we were discussing polynomials in math class today and someone said “if a popular doll became multiple terms she would be polypocket”
Cop Graveyard: a dreamy soundscape paired with weighty lyrics. An odd paradox yet strangely appealing.
Light and shadows do cool things
Happy 4th anniversary, A Thousand Suns!
security at concerts always look so bored i mean at least smile you’re getting fucking paid to stand one step closer to my idol than i’ll probably ever be able to you fucker
at the carnivores tour concert at jones beach there was a security guy mouthing lyrics along to davey havok and I could see him smiling a little bit
Linkin Park’s albums + discs