Megadeth, “Die Dead Enough”

10/21/2004: People in Miami are celebrating today.
Fidel Castro fell. The news says he broke an arm and a leg, but rumor has it he’s dying.

wonder how many people in Miami— especially my Dad’s family- are betting on how much time will pass before he actually croaks. He’s 78, but it seems like he’s been around for a century. Rumor has it his brother Raul will be his successor. I hope that guy’s a softie, because my family wants to go back to Cuba and take back their farm land from the commies. 

Sometimes I gotta stop and think about what is so devastating about communism in Cuba, because the people look kind of happy and relaxed… Even though they’re under what seems like an eternal dictatorship. I think they should have more options.

Marilyn Manson = anti-health goth

Marilyn Manson = anti-health goth

Excuse me but I’m pretty sure Deadsy were health goth before any of you scrubs~

Excuse me but I’m pretty sure Deadsy were health goth before any of you scrubs~

bratty-a:



“Emma, 13, and her friends talk to boys on the Internet during her birthday party, Edina, Minesota.”





Legit sleepover activity

bratty-a:

“Emma, 13, and her friends talk to boys on the Internet during her birthday party, Edina, Minesota.”

Legit sleepover activity

Papas Fritas, “The Way You Walk”

If I go I won’t be lonely, if I stay well, you don’t own me

10/19/2004: Today I realized a few things

Even the biggest punk rock enthusiasts have an inner flower child residing deep within them. This has been proven by the way Alex put on a face paint show today in Draw n’ Paint. I always knew he was a big pinko commie.

I’m one of Senora S’s favorite children in Spanish class, though I can’t spell the Spanish “Hey!” correctly. But she seems to think it’s fine as long as I know the words to “De Colores” and Spanish slang.

The kids on my bus really like it when I wear my “Beyonce heels” to school.

And I noticed that when I walk, my hips seem to roll and swagger more than they used to.

…I’m becoming fucking Shakira.

The Radio Dept., “Pulling Our Weight”

10/17/2004: Lying down wondering if others recall your words in their own late-night ponderings.

Do you ever simply stare at people’s numbers for a prolonged period of time?

I lay down for a while, The Radio Dept. whispering from within my speakers and thinking of whom to share it with. I’d rather live in Sweden. Or Glasgow.

Harold And Maude was on earlier, and I felt the sudden urge to put my brother in a pen and climb up to the rooftop in my new white pumps. I know I could make it.

I recall sitting on the little rooftop of my cabin at midnight, one weekend at Camp Chowenwaw. Knowing I’m several feet closer to the stars just makes life so much more bearable.

2003megaravedanceparty:

We’re all just looking for a Ruby Soho to call our own…

2003megaravedanceparty:

We’re all just looking for a Ruby Soho to call our own…

~*~Grown Ass Mallgoth Meditations~*~

thegirlthewolfate:

mallgothphase:

I really hated the cultural cusp that was the mid-2000s. In the American suburbs, maturing mall goths had the choice of either evolving into indie snobs who dressed (and smelled) like old people, or raccoon-eyed scene kids doomed to spend hours perfecting their asymmetrical haircuts. There were some mall goths who did stick to their striped arm-warmers and chained parachute pants long after 2004. But those kids usually hung out by themselves, and were probably the realest of all of us.

Yo, this post is so real.

What happened here was that in the late 90’s and early 2000s, everyone was pretty much in black and was either a mall-goth//nu-metal/dark alternateen or a punk (whether real or a mall/skater punk), there were only so many subcultures you could look like or identify with but you always WORE THE BLACK AND THE CHAINS AND THE METAL, just different versions or variations of it (and you had your materials and textures of choice, I’ve always been partial to matte and leather). Then being an alternateen exploded during the mid-2000s and yeah, most kids became indie hipsters/emo kids/scene kids. Some that stuck with the mall-goth/nu-metal shit, and though once revered and worshiped, were soon seen as pretty pathetic and sad because they were still like into Seether and Marilyn Manson and hanging out with middle school kids and being RANDOM when they were in their late teens or early twenties and it was 2010. Because of the generation I was wrought in and my intial love for punk and hardcore, I got somewhat into the emo look, but mostly I STAYED DARKS. Very darks lmfao. Hell, I was listening to “Losing Grip” by Avril Lavinge because even though I always hated her for being a poseUR I really fucking loved that song and video and I still love that song.

RANDOMMMMMM! Hahaha that was the “awkward” of 2002.

I don’t even know how to describe what followed my mall goth phase, it was like, vaguely punky art student with cardigans and vintage band tees. (Which is still my style TBH.)

~*~Grown Ass Mallgoth Meditations~*~

I really hated the cultural cusp that was the mid-2000s. In the American suburbs, maturing mall goths had the choice of either evolving into indie snobs who dressed (and smelled) like old people, or raccoon-eyed scene kids doomed to spend hours perfecting their asymmetrical haircuts. There were some mall goths who did stick to their striped arm-warmers and chained parachute pants long after 2004. But those kids usually hung out by themselves, and were probably the realest of all of us.

Death Cab For Cutie - A Lack Of Color
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A Lack of Color | Death Cab for Cutie

this is fact not fiction

for the first time in years