insomniatic tendencies.

December 07, 2009, 2:09pm

I just reactivated my facebook briefly to steal pictures from this night. Me and my best friend are beyond ridiculous. I love my Freddy Mercury.

December 07, 2009, 1:04pm

yes, this is a spirited away reference. yes, we decided this while watching a different miyazaki film. yes, we are nerds and i love it so terribly much.

December 07, 2009, 10:58am

thedeathoftruespirit:

darrellslifeiswar:

mollytov:

(via witchchild)

December 07, 2009, 10:46am

thedeathoftruespirit:

kimclit:

veganterrorist:

annierachel:

jessiebarber:

It is beyond me why Tumblrs seem to be so anti-“hipster.” What does that even mean? I ride a bike (cheap, efficient, fun) and I drink cheap beer (PBR), mostly because I work as a freelance photographer and don’t make a terribly large amount of cash. By your standards, I think this makes me one of these, but I still don’t understand the negative connotation that goes with it.

People should probably start concerning themselves with their own lives rather than bashing on the harmless actions of others.

AMEN AMEN AMEN AMEN AMEN AMEN AMEN

Why people hate hipsters, condensed version:

Hipsters are all aesthetics and no ideal. I ride a bike. Why? Cause I’m not an asshole. I care about my money not supporting war oil. I care about emissions. I care about my body…

Hipsters on the other hand truck their store bought, 3rd world manufactured bikes to the park on the back of their cars.

I’m not saying that everything I do is done out of protest to the system that we live in; or that I’m constantly aware of where one hundred percent of my stuff comes from. I can say that over the last couple years of my life I’ve been focused on my actions and beliefs and how they effect the world around me. Hipsters on the other hand: are fucking oblivious. I know a lot of people like this in the punk rock world as well. Not hipsters, but kids that go to shows and listen to music and just don’t give a shit, and it’s fucking sad and pathetic. It’s like seeing a professional skateboarder doing a commercial for Mt. Dew, it’s a constant reminder that our revolution doesn’t have to be killed as long as it can be bought and sold. It’s a reminder that everything in American society is a commodity, even the things that help us extend our souls, and cry our eyes out. It’s one thing to see bands you love sell out, or see friends drop out of punk and stop caring. It’s completely different to see everything edgy, cool, or fun be stripped completely of it’s morals, it’s message, and it’s connection to your community. They are manufacturing an image that can be conveniently purchased at 1 of 3 capitalist, sexist, human and animal exploiting locations near you.

Every time I see something I own replicated and sold at Urban Outfitters, I want to fucking scream. Not because I feel some sort of elitism for being the first, but because It’s like a small piece of my soul has just been ripped out, cloned, and fucking put on display for a bunch of pseudointellectuals and suburbanites to fawn over until their next paycheck. I lose the connection to whatever it was, whether it was my copy of style-wars, or my Star Wars Wookie Cookie cook book. I miss going to thrift stores with my friends in high school to buy stupid looking clothes and flannels. I miss seeing someone on a bike and being able to sit and talk to them about how fucking rad riding the bike around my city was, instead of someone asking “How much was your seat post? Where did you get those cranks?”

I want the danger of punk rock back, and I want the message and the movement back. A bike without a scraped knee is like a book without a reader, it’s just clutter in the garage waiting to be sold at a yard sale along side the other souvenirs and remnants of long lost fads.

Hipsters are not punk rock, not now, now ever.

December 03, 2009, 11:20pm

Me looking like the biggest goofball ever at the La Dispute show on the 22nd.

December 02, 2009, 2:14pm

emonerdcorp:

tokyo-nights:

catherinehepburn:

CLICK PHOTO FOR LARGER IMAGE.

fucking sweet

i have been wanting to do this for the longest time. i will do it, god dammit.

December 02, 2009, 10:07am

athenavon:

from The Filthy Book

Photo Credit: Ross Ericsson

you are gorgeous and this photograph is awesome. does he have his stuff up anywhere?

December 02, 2009, 8:02am

Name: Jessica.
Tumblr Name: rainbowcarnage
Nicknames: Jess. David Bowie. I don’t know, there’s more I am sure.
Birthday: April 3.
Age: 19
Location: Chicago, roughly.
Current school/job: Elgin Community College for my AFA. Was going to Columbia for my BFA in Photo last year. May end up finishing my AFA at COD? Then either getting my BFA AND special effects degree, or just my special effects degree. I don’t know what I am doing with my life. I work at a hotel and at American Apparel.
Sexual orientation: Sexual exploration and curiosity is a beautiful thing. However, I prefer men.
Status: In a relationship. It’s still weird to say that.
Random fact about yourself: I can touch my tongue to my nose and I have 9 piercings.
Hobbies/Interests: making photographs, vinyl records, veganism, special effects/makeup, horror films, collar bones and rib cages, skinheads and combat boots, eating out of dumpsters, not showering/being a scumbag, basement shows, libraries, bike riding, the 1950s and 1980s (and a specific sections of the 1990’s), diy and punx (obviously). oh, and whiskey and my twin. duh.
Do you smoke/drink: cloves on the rare occasion. and sometimes, usually if its whiskey.
Favorite Tumblr blogs?: whoever I follow, I likely follow for a reason.
Why Tumblr?: Because it’s a non-shitty blogging platform and I’d rather waste my life on here than facebook or myspace, which I have deleted.

November 25, 2009, 8:29am

I saw La Dispute (www.myspace.com/ladispute) and Touche Amore (www.myspace.com/toucheamore) last night at Summercamp (www.myspace.com/summercampchi). It was a wonderful show and I screamed my heart out the entire time, of course. The picture above is when I saw them at Phrat Pharm (RIP) in the beginning of summer. This was my third time seeing La Dispute, first time seeing Touche Amore, and neither disappointed in any way, shape, or form. They are all such wonderfully talented musicians and really just nice people to talk to and to know. It’s nice to see a band and have them come up and give you hugs because they rememeber you from previous instances.

Seeing friends, making new ones, and just being a part of all of this genuinely brings a smile to my face. One day I will hopefully be living in a house similar to these places, full of artists and musicians and passionate people, surrounded by the things and people I love. I really cannot wait. Seeing La Dispute live again also just made me even more anxious to get my tattoo design done and put on my body. Everything about last night made all the stresses of everything going on with me lately ease up a bit. I feel refreshed and reminded of what I love and why I love those things.

I really encourage you to not only support your local music/show scene, ESPECIALLY house shows, but also to check out both of these bands. They have so much energy when playing live and it really just brings people together. I never get sick of seeing wonderful bands play live in a basement, the way everyone interacts with each other and the pure passion that they clearly have for art and for music and for this lifestyle that is frowned upon by authority and many members of general society is really a beautiful thing.

Do what you love. Support music. Support Art. Fuck the rest.

“We are but hopeful children, and we’re the last of our kind.
But if we let our hearts move outward, I know we will never die.
We are but friends and family, we are the last of our kind.
So hold my hand, I’ll lift your head up, and I promise we’ll be fine.
We are but hopeful lovers, and we are running out of time.
There’s so much stacking up against us, and we’re falling far behind.
We are but hopeful lovers, we are the last of our kind,
But if we let our hearts move outward, I know we will never die.”

November 23, 2009, 12:06pm