Bleezy Season

Hey folks, if ya’ll still give a crap about this, I’m not going to be using this Tumblr anymore. I’ll still leave it up, but I’ll be moving on from it and focusing on a new blog devoted to something I have come to terms with in my life and I’m excited about.

I’ll let Tumblr know when I decide upon a URL or whatever.

Lol my tumblr still exists…

Hello Tumblr! It’s been a long time, but I just wanted to let you all know that I’ve started a new show talking about music news and things that matter to us in the local and national music scene

Please take a little time out of your day and watch it!

Hear what blink-182 fans feel about the second fall out between the members. Also thank you so much for your support! Spread the word!

The story of a tumblr once forgotten

tomspainkillers:

bleezus-thebasedgod:

Age: Nearing 23

I am not active on this website anymore. I do not find enjoyment out of it. Is it because I don’t want spoilers to the current show I’m behind on? Is it because life has grabbed me by my already bruised and tender balls? Is it because I’ve changed as a person? How about all of the above. I feel the same way about a lot of things that I used to blog about, actually. Pop-Punk, being the largest. Not the music itself, but being involved in a community that still seems to be clutched onto the fact that they are wounded individuals. Maybe that’s what I see in this website. I don’t mean to offend anybody. No, that’s not ever what I intend. This is merely an observation, at this point, from the outside looking in. Each and everyone of you is your own individual. I cannot know you all at a personal level. (what was I talking about first?)

Oh yes, wounded individuals. Victimized husks of what was once a spry, young, and determined humanity. This website seems to feast upon those who feel powerful because they might feel weak. Wolves in feminist clothing is what I might diagnose this website as a whole. You seek power when you’re already a bully. Why am I being accusatory? I’m not. I shouldn’t be. Maybe what I’m saying is you shouldn’t seek out and bully and find a reason to hate everything. Cynicism will only bring you down. Why am I being cynical myself? Bah. Sorry. Let me restart.

I’m nearing the age of 23. I’m about to graduate college, and do great things. I’ve let a lot fall off my shoulders, only to let other fears, REAL fears climb on. They grip my neck, with their pitch-black claws, and with gasping breath, I continue to trudge on. These past 22 years have been… well… They’ve been good to me. I mean, I’ve felt pain, depression, psychological abuse, and various forms of bullying, but I’ve pulled through just fine. I’ll soon have a job, I’ll soon have a story to carry myself with. I’ve made it this far, how far can I go now? 23 and I’m an adult… I still feel like a child though.

 I won’t delete this tumblr. I won’t be here all to often, but I won’t delete this. This has chapters of my own destruction and reconstruction. Maybe one day when this website has turned to rubble, that’ll be the day that I close shop.

This was my story of a tumblr once forgotten, but the people I’ve met through this journey are long but.

it’s been so wonderful growing up with you you’re one of my oldest friends from this dumb website I love you blake

I’m glad you’re still around. Don’t be a stranger.

(via tomspainkillers)

The story of a tumblr once forgotten

Age: Nearing 23

I am not active on this website anymore. I do not find enjoyment out of it. Is it because I don’t want spoilers to the current show I’m behind on? Is it because life has grabbed me by my already bruised and tender balls? Is it because I’ve changed as a person? How about all of the above. I feel the same way about a lot of things that I used to blog about, actually. Pop-Punk, being the largest. Not the music itself, but being involved in a community that still seems to be clutched onto the fact that they are wounded individuals. Maybe that’s what I see in this website. I don’t mean to offend anybody. No, that’s not ever what I intend. This is merely an observation, at this point, from the outside looking in. Each and everyone of you is your own individual. I cannot know you all at a personal level. (what was I talking about first?)

Oh yes, wounded individuals. Victimized husks of what was once a spry, young, and determined humanity. This website seems to feast upon those who feel powerful because they might feel weak. Wolves in feminist clothing is what I might diagnose this website as a whole. You seek power when you’re already a bully. Why am I being accusatory? I’m not. I shouldn’t be. Maybe what I’m saying is you shouldn’t seek out and bully and find a reason to hate everything. Cynicism will only bring you down. Why am I being cynical myself? Bah. Sorry. Let me restart.

I’m nearing the age of 23. I’m about to graduate college, and do great things. I’ve let a lot fall off my shoulders, only to let other fears, REAL fears climb on. They grip my neck, with their pitch-black claws, and with gasping breath, I continue to trudge on. These past 22 years have been… well… They’ve been good to me. I mean, I’ve felt pain, depression, psychological abuse, and various forms of bullying, but I’ve pulled through just fine. I’ll soon have a job, I’ll soon have a story to carry myself with. I’ve made it this far, how far can I go now? 23 and I’m an adult… I still feel like a child though.

 I won’t delete this tumblr. I won’t be here all to often, but I won’t delete this. This has chapters of my own destruction and reconstruction. Maybe one day when this website has turned to rubble, that’ll be the day that I close shop.

This was my story of a tumblr once forgotten, but the people I’ve met through this journey are long but.

(via buckybarneswarpaint)

fucknobadtattoos:

This girl is so proud of this tattoo that she did on herself. On her own calf, apparently??? I can’t fathom what made her think that was a good idea. It looks like it was designed by a seventh grader.

Submitted by Skychants

as cool as TSSF and this song is… HELL to the NO!

tumblr is weird to me. I feel like I don’t belong. If I call out to the blink and Pop- Punk crowd will I be heard?