drawbrandondraw:

Here is the background from my Pizza Party mini, now available for tiling on your desktop

icedoutyouth:

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the rev recs logo rip though love it

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mollylover:

tastefullyoffensive:

9 Cats Taking Selfies

This is my favorite post on the entire Internet

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derrick-nathaniel:

The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die - Ultimate Steve

“Our senses wear out so strike us with lightning. Let it tear us apart and shake our being. ‘Cause everything I see and all that I touch isn’t worth believing. Eventually, the world’s gonna end. We should stop our grieving. Let it destroy me. Let it end all suffering. The world will destroy me. Our voices will flood rivers and valleys. The world will destroy me. I am the mountains crumbling.”

This is my favorite song on our new record.

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xryanmoshlingx:

If you’re afraid to die, then so am I.

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juliankoster:

Getting Sodas - The World is a Beautiful Place and I am No Longer Afraid to Die

The world is a beautiful place but we have to make it that way. Whenever you find home we’ll make it more than just a shelter. And if everyone belongs there it will hold us all together. If you’re afraid to die, then so am I.

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lesliexyvette:

gxldslvgs:

The Future.

OH MY GODDD

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summersuicide:

The larynx croaks inward devotion. 

An existence hewn from varicose flesh. 

Palatal tones pass dimly outward 

from a slurred and careworn wretch’s mouth. 

Bereft of love, self inflicted. 

The molded image of a crippled whelp. 

Marked with a benign crow’s foot 

and wallowing in placidity. 

and from the same loam, I was borne and cut. 

A wicked lich, spiraling senseless. 

Caustic pariah. Pitch smeared visage. 

Boring through you.

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theworldisa:

Hey guys! Check out the first song from “Whenever, If Ever” called “Picture of a Tree that Doesn’t Look OK”.

It would mean the world to us if you could pre order our LP from Topshelf Records! http://topshelfrecords.bigcartel.com

Do you think the landlord’s pissed? 
We left a car parked on the lawn again. He’s looking.
The porch is still and empty.
We wrote our friends names on the walls inside. They’re laughing.
We know that this isn’t home for long.
The posters in your bedroom speak softly. They tell stories.
So while the weather’s getting worse
we take shelter in these walls again and tell stories.

So where did you live and what did you learn there?
We watch the fallen leaves turn to frozen trees, it’s been another year.
Where do the echoes from the echoes go?
Where does the water flow when it leaves our homes?
I’ve been searching for this, something that I can run away with.
It’s a life changing decision. Should I leave or try to beat this?
(I know it gets harder everyday.
But the dawn will fade and our skin will flake away.)
Where do the echoes from the echoes go?
Where does the water flow once it leaves our homes?
Live wires are like this. They hit the streets and form a beacon.
It’s a danger we’ve been warned, but we still stretch and try to reach them.
Watching our planet grow on screens I spoke into a window sill
and still forgot everything and it spoke back. 
A thousand frozen trees but still there’s something burning.
(I will stare while you are growing. Come with me to empty places.)
They are filled with everything.
Where do the pieces of our dreams recede? Into eyes shut that are opening.
I never have ever decided what to think of all the years I spent in Connecticut.
(Whenever, if ever I get my life together I’ll apologize for all the things I should have said and done.)
So beat on the bass drum, make all the spiders run.
We threw rocks at the house and it looked back.
(another day lost to the setting sun I stare at the ceiling and it looks back.)

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