Fake Punk is Dead


My Mom just accidentally prematurely sent an email to an accounting firm… It was supposed to say ‘I am afraid that we will have to postpone our meeting”

but she hit send when all it said was

Hi Jeffrey,
      I am afraid

(via homeiswherethe-tardis-is)

Dear Friend

29. August 2014

It’s been a long time since I’ve met someone I wanted to share my life with. I don’t mean together forever. I mean that today I thought about you, and I suddenly wanted to tell you about how when I was in fifth grade I joined a tiquando class but I quit because I hated my teacher. Or how when I was 14 I stopped eating even though I would pass out and wake up in my own sick. And I will probably never tell you any of this, because as soon as I’m actually next to you, all I want is to listen to you tell your own stories. I want to know what you were like when you were ten, and fourteen, and even what you were like a week before I met you. You are so important, even if I never see you again, you’ve changed me so much. I forgot what it was like to feel this way, to desire so much to hold someone’s life so close to mine.

liking someone more then they like you is kind of like being the drunkest person in the room. it’s fun, until you realize you’ve made a dick of yourself.


Banjo man.

I love this dope shiettt