Pit bulls, bad horror, good music, comics and cartoons - that's really the extent of who i am. i'm a lot more deadpool than i am disney princess. sarcasm comes with the territory.

I'd love to make new friends.

 

Ah, the first woman to ever make me question my sexuality. And then give me a pep talk for the ages that I still keep close To me to this day. She looked at me while she was on stage and said, “who cares if they’re older and bigger than you! Make them take notice and move out of your way!” I think I’ve been doing that since.

After their set, she walked up to me, passed a whole bunch of my friends, grabbed me by the shoulders and said “you’re young and you’re tough and this is your world. You take your space and don’t let anyone tell you it isn’t your space because you’re a girl or because you’re young. It is yours. Act like it.”

 I’ll love Tsunami Bomb forever.

Ah, the first woman to ever make me question my sexuality.
And then give me a pep talk for the ages that I still keep close To me to this day. She looked at me while she was on stage and said, “who cares if they’re older and bigger than you! Make them take notice and move out of your way!”
I think I’ve been doing that since. After their set, she walked up to me, passed a whole bunch of my friends, grabbed me by the shoulders and said “you’re young and you’re tough and this is your world. You take your space and don’t let anyone tell you it isn’t your space because you’re a girl or because you’re young. It is yours. Act like it.”

I’ll love Tsunami Bomb forever.

Every once in a while, I’ll be listening to my music at work and a kid will walk up with their parents and just…stares at my iPod. Stares like they’ve never heard anything in their small life quite like what they’re hearing at this moment in time. And chances are, they haven’t. But just seeing these kids completely light up the way I’m sure I did when I first heard these bands gives me hope.
A little girl, probably around 11 or 12, just asked me who I was listening to and I watched the color drain from her mother’s face. This kid had a huge smile on her face and stared at my phone like the sounds coming out of it were a 3 course meal after months on a desert island.
Things like that give me hope for the upcoming generation. There are true believers out there still.

mahuika:

momentsofmeekness:

un—punk:

Candid moment of Frank Carter

cats

This man is one of the most intense human beings I’ve ever seen hanging from the rafters of a basement in New Brunswick. And yes there is an actual list of people I’ve seen do that.

mahuika:

momentsofmeekness:

un—punk:

Candid moment of Frank Carter

cats

This man is one of the most intense human beings I’ve ever seen hanging from the rafters of a basement in New Brunswick.
And yes there is an actual list of people I’ve seen do that.

So happy this shirt exists and I have it. 
I fucking love Folly too much.

So happy this shirt exists and I have it.
I fucking love Folly too much.

I had one of those most pride-filled, tear-inducing nights of my life tonight. I watched a band I’ve only seen play outside of basements a few times headline an arena. 
An arena. 
These fucking kids that I run into at the lanes and at the court tavern and used to see at the store i worked in. They just headlined PNC Bank Arts Center. And they were just as flabbergasted as I was. 
I’ve been seeing Brian Fallon play in bands for longer than I want to talk about (hey Amping Copper - I mean you!). But Gaslight Anthem found me at the right time in my life to really make an impact. And they have for years. I’ve seen them on some of the most difficult days of my life. 
Tonight, I watched the kid who once bought me a Shirley temple and told me to stop breaking my own heart sing his songs to a crowd bigger than any of us ever could have imagined. The screens he was projected on were bigger than the venues they used to play. I watched a band I’ve literally grown up with headline a concert. Not a show. Not a dingy little dive bar. A fucking concert arena. 
I cried more than once watching them react to the crowd. Seeing how much their music has come to mean to thousands and thousand of people. I cried because I can still hear brian saying, “I don’t care if no one hears my music. They don’t have to like it. It’d be nice. But it’s not necessary. Itd be amazing if they did like it though.” 

Hey guess what, kid? I think you went and did it. I think they like your music. And I think it’s a shit ton more than nice. 
I’m overwhelmed with pride and happiness for the “boys of Little Eden” once again.

I had one of those most pride-filled, tear-inducing nights of my life tonight. I watched a band I’ve only seen play outside of basements a few times headline an arena.
An arena.
These fucking kids that I run into at the lanes and at the court tavern and used to see at the store i worked in. They just headlined PNC Bank Arts Center. And they were just as flabbergasted as I was.
I’ve been seeing Brian Fallon play in bands for longer than I want to talk about (hey Amping Copper - I mean you!). But Gaslight Anthem found me at the right time in my life to really make an impact. And they have for years. I’ve seen them on some of the most difficult days of my life.
Tonight, I watched the kid who once bought me a Shirley temple and told me to stop breaking my own heart sing his songs to a crowd bigger than any of us ever could have imagined. The screens he was projected on were bigger than the venues they used to play. I watched a band I’ve literally grown up with headline a concert. Not a show. Not a dingy little dive bar. A fucking concert arena.
I cried more than once watching them react to the crowd. Seeing how much their music has come to mean to thousands and thousand of people. I cried because I can still hear brian saying, “I don’t care if no one hears my music. They don’t have to like it. It’d be nice. But it’s not necessary. Itd be amazing if they did like it though.”

Hey guess what, kid? I think you went and did it. I think they like your music. And I think it’s a shit ton more than nice.
I’m overwhelmed with pride and happiness for the “boys of Little Eden” once again.

*turns on radio in car*
*listens to 90% of a song*
“I hate this song and can change the station. Why am I still listening to this.”