* queer fuck.

nobody on earth should have to work for a living except for my dad because hes annoying when hes home

my chem was genuinely so ahead of their time when they made danger days and in its visual elements alone it was a coherent indictment of corporate aestheticism. punk aesthetics and anything related, anything originally subcultural and transgressive and dark, has been defanged and sold back to you. the meaning has been flattened, it's dead and forgotten like the parade marcher jacket on the half-skeleton abandoned in the desert. everything has been sanitized and stripped and sucked of its soul which is as obviously encapsulated in bl/ind as it is in any recent mcdonalds renovation or "clean" skincare brand instagram feed. "black is no longer dangerous, so what is? color."

*coughs up blood* themes… motifs… *dies

what if we broke the cycle of violence and got brunch together

This guy's going straight to hell when he dies

* your tea

every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes