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paperw0rmz · 11 months

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sydosargent · 5 months

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Disabled people are allowed to eat what we want btw. Even if we eat it badly or messy. Mind your business.

#brought to you by the people staring at me eating because my hands aren’t working #disability #cripple punk #cripplepunk #cpunk #let me eat in peace #eli’s journal #Siriusposting

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neckdeepinurmum · 3 months

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#journal #movements #movements band #pop punk #pop #music #emo #state champs #neck deep #the story so far #sum 41 #knuckle puck #real friends #the wonder years #no pressure #citizen #trash boat #tigers jaw #Spotify

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anturus · 1 month

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I am surprised there’s not more punks into junk journaling, it’s basically a long form, personal zine 😂

#punk #diy or die #diy punk #art punk #junk journal #junk journaling

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vintage-tigre · 9 months

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#hunter s thompson #aesthetic #vintage #old school cool #70s style #70s fashion #70s aesthetic #travel #adventure #gonzo journalism #70s icons #70s punk

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xxlb74xx · 7 months

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I love drawing him!😍

Amo dibujarlo!😍

#hobie brown #astv hobie #hobie spiderverse #astv fanart #hobie brown fanart #art journal #artists on tumblr #hombre araña #español #fanart #drawing #afro punk #punk #traditional art

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lovepinkshiftforever · 2 months

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tour journal excerpts 2023 🦋

#Spotify #journal #scrapbook #pinkshift #artists on tumblr #trans #trans texas #mutual aid #punk #abortion #plan c

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disabled-dinos · 4 months

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once again shocked by my disability disabling me

#like dang you mean I *didn’t* just make you up for attention??#context: was blocking a crochet piece I made and my bpm spiked so now I’m very tired and dizzy and have a headache 🫠#I’m fine; just annoyed at how easy it is to go past my limits #despite having these issues for years I don’t think they’ve fully sunk in yet #disability journaling #disability #chronic illness #postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome #heds #autistic #cripple punk #fern talks about stuff

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robynsreign · 10 months

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Spiderpunk!!

In my spiderverse era omg I loved that movie so much abdbabsb

Enjoy traditional art mixed with collages art!!

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jstor · 1 year

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Leah Perry presents a feminist history of Riot Grrrl and Kathleen Hanna to explore the hope and the limits of an individualist revolution in the 1990s. Perry concludes that shamelessness might remain a promising space for an urgent anti-racist, feminist politics if it can work to destabilize power and center women from oppressed groups.

Open access article — free to everyone, no login required.

#riot grrrl #kathleen hanna #bikini kill #punk rock #feminism #1990s music #open access journals #research #academic research #jstor

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paperw0rmz · 9 months

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#Sony Cybershot DSC P51 #digi cam #digital camera #journal #grunge journal #journal page #journal pages #physical journal #journal addicted #journaling #junk journal #journal spread #scrapbook journal #punk journal #emo journal #hipness purgatory #indie #indie craft

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grind-core666-fan · 2 months

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mind-of-mud · 9 months

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I wish I had taken pictures. I wish I had saved the videos. I wish I didn’t destroy everything I had back then, everything that would’ve showed me who I was and what roads I’ve traveled.

I don’t remember the past all that well. I don’t remember yesterday all that well either. I think that maybe it’s better this way. But I wish I had the pictures, just to show me that it was real. I wish I had the videos so that I could stop forgetting their voices. I suppose I wish I had a lot of things.

I don’t miss my past. I can’t imagine missing my past. It was a vile place for a child. It was violent and terrifying. It has never been a refuge. But I do miss my memories. I wish I could see what teenage me saw as they walked Hollywood Boulevard alone in the middle of the night. And I wish I could hear what teenage me heard as they were being thrashed around a garage show mosh pit. But most of all, I wish I could feel what it felt like to be someone that wasn’t me.

#journaling #diary entry #digital diary #actually mentally ill #bullet journal #creative writing #dear diary #journal entry #mental health #online diary #memories #memory loss #request #childhood #childhood trauma #girlhood #punk #california #hollywood

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punkpandapatrixk · 8 months

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The Kind of Sad You Can’t Understand

Certain days I feel very deeply that I want to cry but I don’t know why.

For such a long time I lived with this kind of mood without being able to express it anywhere, not to anyone. I was struggling for my sanity; I was constantly thinking of destroying myself; and I was hoping someone would see me, and rush to save me. But nobody ever saw that of me.

I was a badass. I was a cool girl. I seemed to everybody else a smart, talented, expensive girl who's got all her shit together. Even on days she wasn't all that together, she had an enviable life anyway. I appeared on the outside too glamorous for anybody to even imagine that on the inside I was rotting. I was this close to being dead, all the time.

Who in their simple-mindedness would've thought a girl like that could be so macabre all the time? And that’s how I experienced an entire life witnessing people’s lack of empathy. I guess my point of view was fragmented but that was how life was for me anyway. Ironically, some intuitive peeps who were able to see the macabre in me thought I was frightening more than anything HAHAHAH That was all the same in the end. Enough with the gossips. I don’t know what normal people expect from everybody else they meet, to be honest. I don’t know what I’d expected from them either.

I guess it’s because the society I grew up in was like that that I couldn’t bring myself to show anybody my distress. Trauma. Mental illness. Disordered personality. All of that was nothing but insanity. And insane people don’t belong in society.

So simple. Yet so cruel.

Thank you, Jesus. Mother Mary. Catholic Church. Thanks for all the rejection. I’m SO happy now!

That’s fucking twisted.

In a society brimming with nothing but pretenders, we meet and chit and chat and act like all of our troubles are manageable to say the least. ‘Yeah, it’s not that bad, to be honest.' But it was; you've just got to pose real strong otherwise people think you're a loser. 'I guess I’m OK.’ But you weren't; you've just got to really make it sound like you're still keeping it together. 'I'll be just fine.' But you wouldn't know; you didn't even know if you'd still wanna be alive tomorrow.

In the midst of all those meaningless exchanges, I hated quite nothing more than to hear, especially from men, how strong I was as a woman. I hated it like I'd never hated anything in my life.

It was suffocating to be seen as holding it together when you were literally breaking at the seams...

I wanted someone to be able to notice I was screaming on the inside. That I was gasping for air every second I was sitting there listening to their trivial chitter chatter. Who cares about your silly drama? Would you care for mine if you knew my life was on the line? And I hated those expectant eyes. All of them. Were they expecting me to share in their self-made woes and console them in the end? HAH. Go to hell, losers.

I always thought, none of MY problems were created by my own reckless behaviours that would've obviously hurt myself or others. Not in the beginning, at least. Unlike some idiots, I was never into drugs, one night stands, or even smoking; I never caused anybody any trouble. So why did everybody cause me trouble when all I wanted was just a peaceful, normal life? Shit, what even was my IDEA of a normal life? I can't remember now.

Certain days I feel very deeply that I want to cry but I don’t know why. There's always not enough reason to do so now. Haah... If it weren't for my abundance of Aquarius, which makes me incredibly lazy and antisocial, I'd have paraded around town and rallied to become a Neo Hitler and kill everybody in this rotten world. I hated this world so much.

The first ever PAC I put out here was ‘What’s Your Crazy?’ What ever was my reason for writing that? I was crazy and I needed some explanation.

I used to look like the girl in the third pic before I chopped all of my hair off everyone began to suspect I was gay. I wasn’t gay; I was depressed. Those unassuming idiots.

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boy-saint · 2 years

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LEMME LIGHT YOUR CIGARETTE!

#my post #my art #csh #car seat headrest #cute thing #art journal #collage #punk #on love

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jellysaidshit · 5 days

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Sharing my notes because @missminho said they're art. I still don't think so, but oh well.

#altyn says shit #diary #journaling #journal #chaotic academia #dark academia #punk academia #studyblr #writing #altyn writes

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