yellowxperil:

xscreamingblacksheepx:

yellowxperil:

youthxcrew69:

yellowxperil:

a lot of different caption options:

  • this is what happens when you just only question the race credentials of white punks who think they’ve transcended
  • should i tell him my zine is insanely popular and is (i think) etsy’s best seller? and that op loves the shit out of my zine lol
  • to the anon who asked why i hate the vegan straightedge scene even though i am vegan straightedge
  • i think he majored in deflection
  • spell my name right
  • true, i couldn’t hack it in contend }:{

gettingxmoney xscreamingblacksheepx gotmyselfasystem robotxfanatic youthxcrew69 limpxwrist annaxvo @d dacia idk what ur tumblr is anymore. is it a good album tho?

I always hated this band, not my type of thing at all, so no. I don’t really fit in with that crowd for obvious reasons, and it’s hilarious how someone in one of the worst bands ever to have XVX people in it has the nerve to shit talk anyone like dude do you even know how bad the music you’re involved with is?

loooolol

CC: chris rouse
FWD: subject: your band sucks and everyone thinks you’re a joke

i have never been a fan of transcended vegan straightedge punk bands tbh. like if you have to talk for 5 minutes before you play a set about bringing “radical politics” into punk and then just get up there and say the same shit i’ve been hearing from every other band with all white dudes, then nah. like, we get it. fuck god and animal eaters, anarchy forever and all that shit. now say something new. that band sounds like a shitty tough guy band trying really hard to be deep.

fuck i love all a y’all

the only xvx i’ll fuck with from here on out is xvx poc

Holy fuck. I mean I never liked SEVEN GENERATIONS or even gave them the time of day, because that whole XVX scene was a joke to me (even though I was and still am Vegan and straight edge) but this fool is a straight up mark, he needs to be stomped out. In my humble opinion.

A conversation with PATholomew LIBBYweth

A conversation with PATholomew LIBBYweth

(Source: sadblackotaku)

If I ever hear someone say

"TOTES MAGOTES"

To me or even around me again, I will be going to jail that night.

R.I.P me from earlier today at work

Two white twenty-something’s  next to me at this coffee shop in Oakland talking ‘bout “the differing identities/definitions of P O C”

All loud AF, for real!? How’re you really talking about this? Like as if you have anything to say about it really!

"I was at this kickback in west O" …puke

I put all my money on these two leaving and buying a Jill Scott record to show ~SUPPORT~

(Photo because Phil sent it to me and it kinda looked like homeboy, and it’s funny)

Two white twenty-something’s next to me at this coffee shop in Oakland talking ‘bout “the differing identities/definitions of P O C”

All loud AF, for real!? How’re you really talking about this? Like as if you have anything to say about it really!

"I was at this kickback in west O" …puke

I put all my money on these two leaving and buying a Jill Scott record to show ~SUPPORT~

(Photo because Phil sent it to me and it kinda looked like homeboy, and it’s funny)

M I N D     R E V O L U T I O N

Anonymous asked: Is that your dad?

yes. big scary dark man or weird old guy with flag

I’ve fallen victim to a new spell lately, well I’ll be honest, i’ve always been in it’s hands. Thinking a lot about people I wish were near me and thinking of people who are near me and I am deathly afraid to be around those I care about, I just know that being near them will ultimately have me distancing myself out of guilt, guilty of being around, Like the feeling of sand crowding your toes when the water rushes over, I feel like I am pulling them deeper into the earth.

My dad gave me a plastic egg with a Walgreens gift card in it the other day, he had it delivered to me VIA my sister, I think he’s afraid to talk to me, sometimes after not speaking with him for months he will send me a text apologizing for “not being there when I was young”. I don’t know what to say because if anything his presence was over abundant it’s not what he didn’t do, but what he did do. When I feel “strong” I tell him “it’s cool”, it’s not cool. Am I spitting into the wind or I am just spitting wind? I feel bad no matter what. I feel guilty. 

He might have cast this spell on me. I see him run from all that he cares about, I can see it in his brow when he wants to be comforting, he knows the impressions he’s left and will leave, he knows the weight of his words and his body, but he can’t for the life of him walk from the darkness. He’s got a smile that’s still comforting, I can see his hurt, he likes to hold on to it.

He showed that smile to my mom and in return the sun never before rushed to her window so fast and the moon never sat so heavy, they made her shadows chase her in circles and she fell into love. A promise to exchange hurt and blow smoke into each other. I wonder what that feeling is like, thinking you can give EVERYTHING to someone knowing the power that gives them, giving them all that access to your heart/body.

How do you break a spell so strong that it’s passed through blood?

One night this summer I’m going to dig a hole in the middle of the east hills and I’m going to bury these thoughts of me. Bury the sounds of hushing to counteract this spell.

I’ve fallen victim to a new spell lately, well I’ll be honest, i’ve always been in it’s hands. Thinking a lot about people I wish were near me and thinking of people who are near me and I am deathly afraid to be around those I care about, I just know that being near them will ultimately have me distancing myself out of guilt, guilty of being around, Like the feeling of sand crowding your toes when the water rushes over, I feel like I am pulling them deeper into the earth.

My dad gave me a plastic egg with a Walgreens gift card in it the other day, he had it delivered to me VIA my sister, I think he’s afraid to talk to me, sometimes after not speaking with him for months he will send me a text apologizing for “not being there when I was young”. I don’t know what to say because if anything his presence was over abundant it’s not what he didn’t do, but what he did do. When I feel “strong” I tell him “it’s cool”, it’s not cool. Am I spitting into the wind or I am just spitting wind? I feel bad no matter what. I feel guilty.

He might have cast this spell on me. I see him run from all that he cares about, I can see it in his brow when he wants to be comforting, he knows the impressions he’s left and will leave, he knows the weight of his words and his body, but he can’t for the life of him walk from the darkness. He’s got a smile that’s still comforting, I can see his hurt, he likes to hold on to it.

He showed that smile to my mom and in return the sun never before rushed to her window so fast and the moon never sat so heavy, they made her shadows chase her in circles and she fell into love. A promise to exchange hurt and blow smoke into each other. I wonder what that feeling is like, thinking you can give EVERYTHING to someone knowing the power that gives them, giving them all that access to your heart/body.

How do you break a spell so strong that it’s passed through blood?

One night this summer I’m going to dig a hole in the middle of the east hills and I’m going to bury these thoughts of me. Bury the sounds of hushing to counteract this spell.

bought my ticket ;]

bought my ticket ;]