Heads loaded with theory

“THE HOMELESS TO THE RICH, VULGAR TO THE COMMON”, BEAUTIFUL DETAILS, BOOKS I READ, PLACES I’VE TRAVELED, MUSIC I LISTEN TO, MOVIES, LIFE, LOVE, BIG CITIES, THE BEATLES ARE MY LIFE , GHOSTS, UFOS, THE BELLAFONTE, MATTHEW ST., ZOMBIES, TATTOOS, FREEDOM, BLACK AND WHITE, EVERYTHING UGLY, EVERYTHING BEAUTIFUL. DOING HAIR, PLAYING GUITAR, PAINTING, SINGING, DRINKING, MAKING STUFF!, TRAVELING, DRIVING, CUDDLING, GOING TO SHOWS, TAKING PICTURES, PEOPLE WATCHING. SOO THAT'S ME & THE THINGS I'M IN LOVE WITH IN A NUTSHELL.
~ Tuesday, May 8 ~
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~ Friday, January 20 ~
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Umphrey’s, it was a whole lotta fun

Umphrey’s, it was a whole lotta fun


~ Thursday, January 19 ~
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terrysdiary: CA$H for your WARHOL

terrysdiary:

CA$H for your WARHOL


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“ There is a desert on the moon where the dreamer sinks so deeply into the ground that she reaches hell.

~ Wednesday, January 18 ~
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oatmeal: I made an animated GIF about Sopahttp://theoatmeal.com/sopa

oatmeal:

I made an animated GIF about Sopa

http://theoatmeal.com/sopa


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~ Tuesday, January 17 ~
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lala LOVE

~ Thursday, January 12 ~
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s-e-x: In the 1991 Gulf War, American pilots bombed a retreating Iraqi convoy. Most US media declined to publish this photo.

s-e-x:

In the 1991 Gulf War, American pilots bombed a retreating Iraqi convoy. Most US media declined to publish this photo.

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~ Wednesday, January 11 ~
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

stressbuilds-character:

Against Me! - 8 Full Hours of Sleep.

When you sleep, No one is homeless.
When you sleep, You can’t feel the hunger.
When you sleep, No one is lonely in a dream.
Without classes, Without nations…
When you sleep, She’s standing there with open arms, And one night could last forever, And if you asked her, She’d never let go, And you’d stay forever…
And the sun’s always rising In the sky somewhere, And if young hearts should explode From all the lies they’ve been told…
Let the new night bring you peace And the promise of tomorrow, Where we can wake to a new beginning.
Tomorrow I’ll all but have lost their faces; My friends and family, Memories of all we had And the times we should have lived, And tomorrow America just might fall apart.
Tomorrow, tell me, Where will you wake up?
Beyond title, beyond these careers and laws, Something more than borders on a map…
And the sun’s always rising in the sky somewhere, And if young hearts should explode From all the lies they’ve been told…
To live through one night like this, I would trade it for the silence… 

And the sun’s always rising in the sky somewhere.

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“ In mature love, we do not look to our partner to provide our happiness, and we don’t blame them for our unhappiness. We take responsibility for the expectations that we carry, for our own negative emotional reactions, for our own insecurities, and for our own dark moods.
— Christine Meinecke, author of Everybody Marries the Wrong Person via psychotherapy (via electrichoney)

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~ Sunday, January 1 ~
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Nye! It was a blast!

Nye! It was a blast!


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