So this just happened while I was doing my Algebra homework…
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I am a waste of a bar mitzvah.
Translation: I am the waste of an adult.
We seem to find comfort in categories and peace in placement. The world moves quickly around us. There are so many variables, and unanswered questions. Who? What? When? And more importantly why? We feel like we constantly need to pick a side and stick with it…whether it be politically, socially, or artistically. Despite the fact that our outlooks and philosophies are ever changing with each passing day. I have struggled with this often through the years. Taking one facet of myself, both personally and creatively, and holding onto it so tightly, until there was nothing but ash in my hand. Who would i be without a definite description? A tangible tag line? The weight of one question can be enough to make a back break. I picked up the phone and called an old friend:
"This is how i am feeling…and i don’t exactly know what to do with it."
"Come visit me," She said, "And we will figure it out together.""Her Space Holiday, "A Single Hand Writing Several Stories" (via yourbffjulie)
LONG LIVE VON WOLFE:
I’m sure everyone in Florida and Georgia is well aware that Von Wolfe broke up, so the title of this post might be misleading. Anyway, a lot of you already know Jesse went on to do his solo project, but I’m sure you’re wanting music out of the other guys as well.
WE CAME TO DELIVER
Dom and Joe have been working on music with their new band Bad Luck. While it looks like it’s been slightly under wraps since December, the band just released their EP “R.I.P. David Burns” via Bandcamp. The sound is reminiscent of early 00’s “emo” type bands such as Taking Back Sunday, Jimmy Eat World, and Armor For Sleep. Go pick up the EP FOR FREE, or y’know, whatever you want to pay for it.
You love the color yellow, and great music’s in your head, and I don’t know what to do about everything you’ve ever said. So I sent you a dozen postcards, and I hope you’d send some back, I hope you know that I still miss you, and I want you to come back.
I’m sit here reading old love letters with all these things girls had to say about me I ask myself… Where the hell did I go wrong?