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jewfro:

Joyce ManorSchley

Out now on Epitaph. Go buy this Record.

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lettherebemusicblog:

Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home…

(via pitypartyface)

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stripescatsandcake:

Growing Up - Andrew Jackson Jihad

Growing up
really fucking sucks
I’ve got too much stuff
I don’t make enough
And soon I’m gonna turn to dust
I’m gonna turn to dust
And I am afraid I don’t care

(via pitypartyface)

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billnyeofficial:

Rejoice despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds
Rejoice because you’re trying your best

(via pitypartyface)

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WE HAD SOME MASSIVE NIGHTS

WOAHOHOHOHHHHH

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manwithoutties:

You don’t have to go to the right kind of schools,
Let your boyfriend come from the right kind of school
You can wear his old sweatshirt
You can cover yourself like a bruise

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gillydakid:

Tiptoe Through The True Bits - Los Campesinos!

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I’m going to turn

To twenty-one working to

Forget I’m alone

 

The indisputed fact

Is that if I were a gull

Flight would be nature

 

If the gods listen

They would see that their temple

Has been malnourished

 

The nouveau riche

Their whiny, yappy dogs

Fake smiles in rearview

 

Misremember Autumn

When school began to fade my

Immaturity

 

I’m obsessed with this

The age of legality and

Of lethality

 

The first poem I wrote

Was a potato haiku

It won an award

 

Only in form not

In tradition, sensation

Nor description

 

The next great work had

A dragon, apocalypse

It was so metal

 

Even that one missed

No subtle metaphors on

Life and emotion

 

My friends worry that

I’m a robot who can’t love

Someone forgot soul

 

I’ll be in the garden

[I] asked if you could see [you]

Before [you] went to Spain

                                 Massachussets

 

 

On a carousel

We go around the issue

I don’t want off it

 

I’ll just dance and stare

Out the glass panes and wonder

Could it ever be?

 

I’ll be in the back

Sulk by cliffs never even

Flying the fancy

It’s too painful to

Indulge in the partnership

With so much distance

 

They’d be lethal

I tell myself, every day then

Otherwise I’ll forget

 

It’s a reminder

A necessary one for me

Cuddle up with air

 

I remember touch

Nose on shoulder, hands in spots

It was too alive

 

I feared being any

Forget it all in some embrace

Any kiss would do

 

Hops are more my speed

Now that I can feel the tingle

I’ll be in my room

Tags: Emo bullshit
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neutralmehhotel:

Your little hoodrat friend’s been calling me again
And I can’t stand all the things that she sticks into her skin
Like sharpened ballpoint pens and steel guitar strings