» Merrifield Park

» Park Jefferson

» Park Jefferson

toofargonerecords:

wecutourteethinthebedroom:

I shift my head so I can’t see your eyes. I regret it. I keep saying things I don’t mean to people I wont see, maybe for months. I already miss you. 

The midwest ain’t no home for a girl like you. 

still have some vinyl copies of this

» No Pizza

» William Bonney

» Good Vibes
merchant-shits:

Foxing // Rory

merchant-shits:

Foxing // Rory

thecapnjazzage:

Cap’n Jazz - Little League (live ‘95)

thecapnjazzage:

Cap’n Jazz Little League (live ‘95)

» I Think You Were In My Profile Picture Once

» Modern Baseball

» Sports

bewareofunguardedtalk:

Modern Baseball - I Think You Were In My Profile Picture Once

'You've got a certain who knows what about you,'

jamsfranca:

LISZTOMANIA

BERE ASHLAHEA S CHKEELE GOOO

LAJALR IRAA RLAJAKLJ RAA OOOOOOH

NOT EASILY OFFENDED

hval:

in spanish we don’t say “i love you” we say “te emo” which translates to “the world is a beautiful place and i am no longer afraid to die” and i think thats beautiful

» Fit Your Life Into A Grid

» Their / They're / There

» Their / They're / There

Cynical and bright
A tad unkind, a part uptight
But not too rude
A mostly focused mind
I’ll let you throw me in the deep
And watch me sink
I start to think of what I know
And expect the worst this time
Well, alright

evelinathoren:

into it. over it. Newark, DE, April 21 2012

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evelinathoren:

into it. over it. Newark, DE, April 21 2012

taco-bell-rey:

The Simpsons was the most honest show out there

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Maybe? I’m not sure.

If this is you please come forward.

posted on August 22

jazzblaster:

nirvananews:

Sonic Youth guitars.

because i dont reblog this enough

» Objects in Space

» La Dispute

» The Rooms of the House

gh0ulies:

Objects in Space // La Dispute

And I sat there for hours
In the living room first
Then in the dining room
Moving things around
Picking things up and seeing where they took me
To what place in history
What moment on our timeline
Where we were, where I was, where I thought we’d end up
In this house or on the highway
Driving somewhere near Christmas
In the desert or anywhere else

And I put them in boxes

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