“What happened this week was some piping hot bullshit, sure, but anyone who was shocked by the NFL’s leniency toward a domestic abuser is naive, forgetful, or not paying attention. Throughout its nearly hundred years of existence, the NFL has had countless opportunities to prove that it valued women as human beings, as anything more than a less-than-tapped market. And every single time, it has failed spectacularly.”—Face It, Women: The NFL Does Not Give a Shit About You
“I want to tell you I miss
you with no subtext. No guilt,
no anger, no expectation
that you’ll fix it. I don’t want
you to feel bad or to tell
me it will get better. This
is where we are meant to be
right now – me apart from you,
my hands a little empty and
my heart a little sad.
I just miss you.
I wanted you to know.”—anne, fyi (via kaitydavie)
This Is wrong love. Why is everything so expensive? Maybe in two years you can forgive me. I’ll be living kinder. I’ll have found my place as a Stanger in India I’m gonna be creepin’ on you so hard… Nobody deserves you the way that I do.
I saw Hop Along open for Owls last night & have not stopped listening to this album since.
“As I got older, punk remained an integral part of my life, due to having a family that–somewhat inexplicably–embraced my interest in the former counter-culture, taking me to shows, buying me records, and fostering my interest in what came before me by handing down records by first-wave punk bands such as the Ramones and The Clash. So, when the question is posed as to whether ’90s punk has a lasting impact, I feel like I’m living proof that it does (partially because of these dumb band tattoos up and down my arms). When I was a teenager in the mid-’00s almost every band that I got excited about was referencing the ’90s in one way or another.”—