michael paul.

sloanfinley:

this happened today. it was neat.

i spy an affliction t-shirt.

a day late on the reblog…but to add my own…

A few days ago I misread the date and thought I was a couple days late.

I think it was in the interest of hope that something this terrible happened during a week where we remember to be thankful for the blessings in our lives. On one hand, to be thankful is to be conscious of something that brings you joy, but on the other it is an opportunity to be vocal. Easy is insult, easy is indifference, easy is forgetful…easy is pain. It’s easy to miss a chance to love someone else. In this case, I don’t really have a platform for my voice. There’s a myspace page I click around, and an address book contact I sometimes text, all the while dreading the day it comes back undeliverable. I can’t explain it, but those things comfort me. They remind me that while your song was cut short…you still sang with all you had. You remind me that good things can come from being vulnerable. You remind me that hope still has a seat in this overcrowded room, and I should fight to keep it that way. I am thankful for you.

C.C. Oct 20, 1981 - Nov 24, 2007.

courtneytothemax:

I miss my friend.

aileen365:

I was going to write something about how today marks the two year anniversary of the death of my friend Casey Calvert, but one more year doesn’t make things easier and doesn’t change the fact that he’s gone. I just always try to remember that he’s up there looking out for me, the way he did when he was alive. I was so lucky to have that guy as a friend.

This is a blog I wrote on my myspace a couple days after Casey passed, just little tidbits about Casey and the things we all loved about him. Huge thanks to TMoble for deleting their Hiptop hard drives and erasing all the photos I had taken of Casey on my old Sidekick.

Miss you so much Casey.

i love washington.

aileen365:

David Hanson crosses a fallen log beneath soaring trees and a lingering fog in Washington’s Olympic National Park. (Photo and caption by Michael Hanson)

From National Geographic’s International Photography Contest 2009.

I can’t wait to meet someone playing this game.

sloanfinley:

i love keaton. she’s quite funny, and we got to spend ALMOST the whole summer on the same pop-rock shitshow. keat, you up for 2010?

snarkiest:

This weekend i learned about the incredible game my girls Lauren and Trish came up with: Glamour Kills No Punch Backs.

It’s the perfect opportunity to take out your rage on pop-(not so)punk, and dumb 14 year old girls that all look the same, in a discrete, mindless game that fully condones my favorite sport: talking shit.

So heres how it works:

-You see someone in a Glamour Kills shirt, turn to your opponent, punch them in the arm and say/scream/yell (depending on where you lie on the asshole-ometer)

“Glamour Kills no punch backs! (bitch)”

Heres where things get tricky:

-Marky, or anyone that works for Glamour Kills doesn’t count.

-GK ‘models’ count for 2 punches

-Vinnie Vegas, or any member of All Time Low counts for a nut-punch

-Head to toe GK (jeans, hoodie, tshirt) counts for 3 punches

-Any of the other lines (JAGK/Overnight Sensation) count for 2 punches

-Anyone at the Glamour Kills tour is worth double punches

-Oh, and the hannah beth shirts count for a slap in the face.

There is no winner of the game, but since I can’t stop the influx of neon-brained tweens that sadly resemble the pigs on their shirts, at least I can beat someone up about it.