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thesmellofgreen:

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vinyasanya:

its never not a good time for this video

…..you…..you found it

Classic

can you believe there are people who haven’t seen this video before

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On being a Juggalo

rjwpshit:

This is one Hell of a long rant about what being a Juggalo means to me, and how the image people have of us is nothing like what we truly are. It’s about what the music of ICP did for me, and how being a Juggalo is more than just listening to (arguably shitty) rap music. If you’ve always wondered what it’s all about, read on, because sure, they might write songs about being amazed at magnets, but for every silly song they have, there’s five more with so much deeper meaning to it… It’s all explained down here. Just a few of us are the emo white trash wanna be gangsters you hear about. The rest of us are the most amazing and diverse people I’ve ever met.

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We are the generation of bruised knuckles and drunken
dares.
We are the generation of casual kisses and skin too
bare.
We are the generation of star-crossed-lovers and mismatched
pairs.
We are the generation of over-trusting and
semi-fair.
We are the generation of inappropriate notions and overused
swears.
We are the generation of ‘I love you,’ and ‘I don’t
care.’
We are the generation of useless promises and empty
chairs.
We are the generation that you left
impaired.
We are the generation that has got you
scared.
N.E.W.,  Yes It Is Us, But Please Don’t Stare. (via 231895)

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I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention. For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks-accidentally-and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you’re alive.
Augusten Burroughs, Running With Scissors (via 231895)

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green-berret:

This is my human. Though there are many like it, this one is mine

green-berret:

This is my human. Though there are many like it, this one is mine

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I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.

learning-2love-myself:

*Follow my blog*

learning-2love-myself:

*Follow my blog*

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