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bangst:

folk punk: a competition as to who can play the sloppiest music while still conveying the saddest and most indignant emotions

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pleatedjeans:

18 Dogs With Very Important Jobs

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90spunkrockfeminism:

bikini kill footage in the punk singer

all boys be cool, for once in your lives

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pricklylegs:

These are gold.

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moonbandits:

~Raising Radical Kids~ So tonight was the first attempt at having a prisoner letter writing night at Bridgetown. I got off work at 4 picked up Rileigh (my 7 year old daughter) from school, took her to T ball practice and then rushed over to Bridgetown to get there in time. Initially I was feeling a little disappointed as no one seemed to be showing up. Sometimes I feel really discouraged at how difficult it is to get kids to show up to anything other than punk shows. Hell, that’s even difficult most the time unless there is a really big band on the bill. Regardless of whether anyone showed up or not I was reassured that I could write a letter or two and it would thus be a success. I had brought crayons and coloring books along with a few games to entertain Rileigh while I was busy. Then it happened. The thing that made it nothing short of an amazing night. Rileigh was done drawing pictures and had begun thumbing through the pages of political prisoners when she stumbled on a picture of a woman. She turned to me and asked, “what did she do?” As I told Rileigh a little bit about her she looked at me and said, “I want to write her a letter.” I was excited, but I didn’t want her to feel like she had to. It’s really important to me that I am careful not to indoctrinate her into my ideology. That is something that irks me about the world I live in and just as I don’t want someone else doing the indoctrinating I don’t want to either. My thoughts have always been more on the lines of lying the tools down at her feet and letting her learn which ones work for her. So when she said she wanted to write a letter I knew she meant it and that meant the world to me. It meant that the letter writing night went amazingly.

moonbandits:

~Raising Radical Kids~
So tonight was the first attempt at having a prisoner letter writing night at Bridgetown. I got off work at 4 picked up Rileigh (my 7 year old daughter) from school, took her to T ball practice and then rushed over to Bridgetown to get there in time. Initially I was feeling a little disappointed as no one seemed to be showing up. Sometimes I feel really discouraged at how difficult it is to get kids to show up to anything other than punk shows. Hell, that’s even difficult most the time unless there is a really big band on the bill. Regardless of whether anyone showed up or not I was reassured that I could write a letter or two and it would thus be a success. I had brought crayons and coloring books along with a few games to entertain Rileigh while I was busy. Then it happened. The thing that made it nothing short of an amazing night. Rileigh was done drawing pictures and had begun thumbing through the pages of political prisoners when she stumbled on a picture of a woman. She turned to me and asked, “what did she do?” As I told Rileigh a little bit about her she looked at me and said, “I want to write her a letter.” I was excited, but I didn’t want her to feel like she had to. It’s really important to me that I am careful not to indoctrinate her into my ideology. That is something that irks me about the world I live in and just as I don’t want someone else doing the indoctrinating I don’t want to either. My thoughts have always been more on the lines of lying the tools down at her feet and letting her learn which ones work for her. So when she said she wanted to write a letter I knew she meant it and that meant the world to me. It meant that the letter writing night went amazingly.

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dannyavidan:

i’m dead inside

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sadbisexual:

tryna cheer up a friend whom you really adore is so hard its like trying to convince the sun of its own warmth

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gooftroopin:

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daynadoodles:

welcome to our village

daynadoodles:

welcome to our village

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