no album will ever make me as emotional as sunken does

Anonymous: Ok this is a really silly question-how do you ask a band member to take a photo with you?? I'm afraid that I will sound shallow and rude or like an over enthusiastic fangirl with zero social skills (which is pretty true tbh)

i mean no matter how u ask them, taking a pic will make u sound like a fangirl so its up 2 u but whatever who cares!! be a fan girl if u feel like it! they’re probably used to it. just come up and be like ay cool show can we take a pic?? idk jus do ur thing

Anonymous: random question but,do you think video games changes people's personalities or psychology?



Super fucking cool shot I took of Jack wearing the almighty American flag.


*sees good art*
*gets excited*
*thinks I can art*
*tries to art*
*cant art*


"Heaven’s real boring. Hang on as long as you can."
Parting Glances (1986)

i gave jack a cd with literally only Human Sadness on it like nothing else just 11 minutes of julian singing human sadness and tht is all

tonight was So good IM SCREAMING

at this show in shady philly and there are only like 12 ppl so should b good
"Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on."

Immigrants. First generation.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo.

(via theijeoma)