Punk rock filth. Even though I wear business suits for work now, I’ll always be a dirty kid.
P.S. I was rolling around on a cockroach infested floor, chipped my front tooth, got brutal bruises and cuts from that show. Zero fucks given.
P.P.S. I don’t go to shows just to fucking show off my patches on my vest (lol I don’t own one) and pins and whatever the fucking merch there are. I just wear a shirt at most. Your possession of certain merchandise from bands doesn’t really mean anything to me. It’s just fashion. Less is more. Create your own music instead of being a walking merch table.
—-shit just got real c:
“Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.”
dammmmmmmmmmnnnn
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