prostitution is revolution (you can hate me after you pay me)

i cant help but to make this post.
the new cobra starship album (viva la cobra!) and the new say anything record (in defense of the genre) are both amazing and you should buy, not pirate, both of them.

your move

bitch i go dummy like "where the fucks my chin strap?"

tucker max and tyler durden are beasts.

they gave us magic markers, so I tried to draw infinity

when a line in a song or a poem, or really anything strikes me in a certain way, it usually ends up as a title to one of these entries. this post is leftovers and stuff.

.this story's getting old, the homewrecker with a heart of gold. fall out boy
.i am heaven sent. don't you dare forget. brand new
.leave the novelist in hi daydream tomb, leave the scientist in her rubik's cube, let the true genius in the padded room, remain. bright eyes
.when I do wrong, I am with god. bright eyes
.i can be lonely if she's happy, afterall. manchester orchestra
.from a sinner to his maker: you prodigal son is on his knees. manchester orchestra
.i died for you one time but never again. brand new
.my beauty supreme, yeah, you were right about me. brand new
.this is a signpost to remind me how I wanted things this way. kevin devine
.she says its pretty but you hate yourself, I can hear it clear as day. kevin devine
.5, 4, 3, 2, 1 lets start a fire. thursday
.i'll try to make this perfectly clear: i'm so transparent i disappear. cursive

that's enough for now. I have tons more.

forget your compass and stars, this world will tear you apart

dear god,
I'm not quite sure if you're up there, or anywhere,
I'm not sure why I'm writing this
and if you do exist, I'm not sure if I want you to know this.
But I have to write it.
I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, if you haven't noticed,
and I bet I'm not your favorite son, but you should know that I'm trying.
maybe I just want to convince myself that I'm trying.
I bet people like me aren't on your divine radar
so I guess I'll do some explaining.
I'm not really proud of the things I do
but I know that I do them well,
I know that I'm doing my very fucking best
and I really want you to know that too.
usually when I write I can get a little podantic,
indulge myself with big words
but I bet you get enough of that from prayers.
I want you to know who I am.
I don't want you to pass me over, just another kid.
please
please remember this.
do you get this a lot?
ok, I'll try something else
remember this
remember the things I love
the things like falling asleep to the sound of rain on my windows
tapping my foot to love songs
walking through cities alone at night
staring at the stars from rooftops
laughing myself silly
my friends
drinking tea in a warm cabin surrounded by snow.
is that enough?
please tell me that I wont be forgotten
I'm so scarred
I'm so scarred.
this isn't the only letter I've written today,
when I woke up I wrote a letter to my future self
one line
it read "it only gets better"
because I know I can make myself happy in life,
its making everybody else happy I'm worried about
and making you happy.

Please show me that you know I exist.
I'm your biggest fan.
I'm your worst enemy, but I'm trying to change all that,
I'm done ruining the good you create.
Please remember me.
-andrew