crucialdud3s:

where are you| HANDGUNS

no one actually knows how much this song means to me, when they played it at the vote tour I literally broke down when I sang it, the memories of when I saw my uncle get shot were so vivid, and just remembering all the thoughts that always rushed through my mind about wondering if he really was in heaven and how I desperately always needed him were just running when I was singing the song and by the time it was over so much stress just left my body. I know this song isn’t exactly what I went through but it does relate about how I felt.

gallowscali8rator:

Cheer Up-Reel Big Fish

I’m not givin’ up yet that’s not the end of me
But it’s not gonna be all right you’ll see, you’ll see!
I’ve got a funny feelin’ we’re all born to lose 
And I’ve got a funny feelin’ that this life ain’t worth livin’ through

Cheer Up!

I’m so totally not Mike right now. 

fuckyeahanarchopunk:

Anti NATO protest. Chicago

party-in-theusa:

Hub Cale.

hardcore-tacos:

Turnover (by Cam Warthan)

xwolfxwhistlex:

Cruel Hand, Edge Day 09’

psychedelic-freak:

The Black Death Plague Doctor:

A plague doctor was a special medical physician who saw those who had the Bubonic Plague. In the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, some doctors wore a beak-like mask which was filled with aromatic items. The masks were designed to protect them from putrid air, which (according to the miasmatic theory of disease) was seen as the cause of infection. The protective suit consisted of a heavy fabric overcoat that was waxed. A wooden cane pointer was used to help examine the patient without touching.

xmenchacax: