I love this image so much!

Green Day solicit donations for HIV/AIDS organization, 1994

Guys,

How do you sleep when your cat is at the dead center of your bed?

Do you curl around the cat? Contort your body into a geometric shape? Sleep on the floor? Perhaps the ceiling like Spider-Man? Levitate? Sleep under your bed? Gently move the cat to another location?

Fuck zodiac signs,

Which Magic Man from Adventure Time is your favorite?

So I wanted to know what kind of crystal could go in a wizard staff, right? so I googled “big crystal,” as one does, and got an Etsy ad for This

And as you all know I Am currently taking a geology class, so I am probably more emotionally invested in minerals than usual. But that is...very obviously not a natural crystal.

So I did some looking around on Etsy.

Now, these shops all seem to advertise to the “witchy”/“spiritual healing” type of person. And there are a lot of them. Crystals are a Big Thing on Etsy. And ALMOST ALL of them are obviously artificially cut into the same sort of prism with a triangular pyramid top, regardless of the actual sort of crystal it is supposed to be.

Even like, fucking, obsidian. Obsidian is volcanic glass, it doesn’t form crystals at all, it is not a crystal

I’m not throwing any shade at people who are into crystals for like witchy reasons, but it really seems like if crystals are spiritually important to you, you should know what a crystal is...right...?

Tell me your deepest darkest dreams and desires as we sit beside a fire

We can talk for hours, or just let our minds wander in silence

Stare into the flames or lie back into each others arms as we look up at the stars

This made me smile

man door hand hook car door is honestly still the best story i’ve ever read

Kid Congo Powers (literally) on fire:

here captured by Larry Hardy while playing for the Cramps on July 25th, 1981, at The Roxy Theatre, Hollywood, CA, with the Gun Club opening, Kid's hair caught fire during the show.

"If I wanted to make an impression on the hometown crowd, then the show on the second night would not be forgotten in a hurry. Halfway through our set, we’d play Lux and Ivy’s song “I Was a Teenage Werewolf,” which would segue into a version of Dwight Pullen’s “Sunglasses After Dark.” While the audience was hypnotized by an assault of feedback, rhythm, and flashing strobes, Nick Knox would duck down behind his drums to retrieve a pair of dark sunglasses and put them on, and Lux would yank his out of his pants, giving him an opportunity to do one of his favorite things onstage—expose himself. Ivy and I would turn our backs to the audience and walk toward our amps, on top of which we had votive candles and our prop sunglasses. Then we would all turn around again and reveal ourselves, cast in shades. That night, I leaned just a little too far over my amp to fetch my sunglasses. A spark leapt up from the candle onto my hair, and, whooosh, it all went up in flames, igniting the Aqua Net Extra Super Hold hair spray I’d used to make my Ronnie Spector hairdo even more voluminous. The whole outer shell of my hair was now alight, like a flaming wig-hat. Except I didn’t know I was on fire because, one, I couldn’t see the top of my head, and two, I was wearing sunglasses. Girls in the audience started screaming. Wow, this is so great, I thought. Who would know the Cramps would inspire something like Beatlemania in LA? Seconds later, Bradley Field, who was tour-managing for us, put a damper on things by running out from the wings and showering me with beer. Then Nick Knox jumped over his drums and beat me on the head with his sticks. Wait a minute, I thought. Was I playing that badly? What did I do to deserve this? By the time I realized what was happening, the flames had been extinguished. The smell of burnt hair lingered, wafting through the entire venue like a funeral pyre of human flesh. The screaming turned to cheering. Without missing a beat, Lux, great shaman that he was, announced to the audience, “Ladies and gentlemen, the days of miracles have not passed. We present to you Kid Congo . . . the burning bush.” Kid Congo, “Some New Kind of Kick”

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I took these last few photos by the beach and the first ones I took late at night while on a walk daydreaming

Who wants to walk to a park at night and sit on the swing set beneath the stars with me? We could watch as an owl passes by and returns to its post, soaring beneath a single cloud. And we could talk or just sit in silence in the cool summer night breeze as our minds wander everywhere and nowhere

Let’s go snorkeling bro

*pours soup into snorkel*

Hey what-

Mm good soup

Thus really gets me…

I feel a lot of deep things looking at this. It kinda reminds me of the feeling of returning to some place I used to visit a lot as a kid; like an old home

Like when you revisit a childhood place and it’s all changed. However some things didn’t changed and instead were buried in time and the vines grew around it. Places no longer used by people

Really abstract for me, because my mind takes ideas but I think people reading my reblog will understand

Anyways, something else this could be interpreted as, and building off of what I wrote before. . . Someone might look back through their past when in a time of internal conflict which could result from a very difficult and stressful time in life. And maybe you realize that there is this unfinished dream of yours that meant so much to you and a part of you feels left behind in that path. You’re gathering each version of yourself because you feel something missing or just lost. . . And your inner child now needs this (business) finished in order to move on for the future. So the forces push and pull until you fall back almost into another time. Then you find yourself walking a strangely familiar but long forgotten road

I struggle to express my thoughts and feelings so I write them out through my songs and poems instead

People ask me to just get an assigned task or project done but they don’t see that I process emotions, even those of others, subconsciously. So I know how someone is doing but I can’t always explain why I know. And then they’re annoyed and for some reason see me as lazy? People don’t get meaning out of anything and just overlook the little things.

While I am giving appreciation to the green trees and native flowers for showing up after a good rainy season, some people only seem to care that they broke a fingernail and have to work an extra hour. They can’t even try to appreciate the community that provides for them