We hit 200 followers this week! It’s not a big deal to a lot of people, but it means a lot that people are paying any attention at all, so thanks!
As a special deal, we’re doing a giveaway of some of our releases! Like/reblog this post to enter to win this package of stuff!
- Wes Meadows/Kellen Bearden split- Prosper EP - The Business People “That’s It/Octopus” cassette - The Suburbanites “I Liked Them Before They Went Political” CD - All Over The Place “2014 Tour Sampler” CD - Flowerpot Records 2013 Sampler CD
The amount of self pity in your blog is absurd. Have a sense of proportion.
Woah this is like the first anon hate I’ve gotten since like high school ok check it out
I’ve got quite a bit of positivity going on in my blog, but I assume that the few times you logged on you’ve hit a few of the down points.
Considering I’m in a period of my life where I’ve made a major transition and all I’ve known of my home life for the past six years has been hell and all I’ve known of my own fucking brain for the past I don’t know how long is crippling depression and anxiety, I feel entitled to make a handful of vaguely sad posts. I feel fucking bad for myself because I think it’s a bit absurd that for a long time I hardly believed I’d be alive right now, and I’ve moved into feel massive anxiety about that which has manifested itself in numerous physical and emotional ways.
Kindly fuck off with this proportion business because it’s a personal blog, I didn’t realize you were President of the how-to’s of it.
i wish aziz ansari as Tom Haverford would have been the one to announce the new apple watch because that’s such a him idea. (tom haverford voice) It’s a watch…. *finger guns* that makes phonecalls. It’s a watch… *finger guns* that lets you control the temperature of any room. I call it (long pause, looks straight into the camera) Watch the Throne.
Salt stains on my shirtsleeves from when you left poor me. Our hearts beat at the same tone for years, now they beat alone. Breathe in, pretend I’m okay. Breath out, I am not okay. Move on, the motions are the same. Toothpaste kisses haunt my nightmares, when I wake up, why aren’t you there? There’s a fucking hole in my chest: you’re gone, I’m gone, there’s nothing left. Feel the weeks turn into months, remember I loved you once? Who I knew has to turned to dust, blown away and broke my trust; I wave goodbye to that, I wave goodbye to us. Salt stains on my shirtsleeves, you left and I found a new me.