"This whole thing sounds terribly contrived."
Age: 13.
Location: SLC, Utah.
Dream life: House in London. Write novels. In a band. Play soccer with British men.
Hey Epic Markers
I haven’t posted on Tumblr in months, but… We need to find that Sub Zero dude and get the band back together.
an article on cambodia
1) Not totally applicable to Haiti. Haiti more suffers from a weak-corrupt-government/strong-corrupt-local-elite kind of vibe, rather than a strong-corrupt-oppresive-government vibe. Also, there’s less of a save-the-environment movement and more of a how-the-hell-can-we-grow-some-trees kind of movement.
2) This is more posted in the spirit of “bringing you down about trying to good in the world.” Because it’s hard to do good in this world. And Haiti, much like Cambodia, suffers from an overabundance of foreigners not quite doing good.
3) I would encourage suspicion, not cynicism. I mean, for people actually working in NGO world, and even more for people living in these countries where folks come in and help cock things up, well, I won’t try to take away your cynicism. Baby, you’ve earned it. But for observers and supporters like you and me: suspicion or confusion.
From the brilliantly awesome Will Butler of Arcade Fire. Not Win. That’s his bro.
27 
Soccer propaganda venting mad goddammit art scum.
Listening to this song RIGHT NOW. And enjoying it. Great album.
I love this. And incidentally the person who made it. But they’ve heard that enough.
Giving away Nikon D3000 w/ Fish-eye Lens.
YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE FOLLOWING ME.
Two months old, very good condition.
WILL INCLUDE a Nikon strap, USB cord, Three lenses, Quick Charger, Body cap, Two rechargeable batteries, and charger.
Reblogs only please. The winner will be determined by a random number generator.
CONTEST ENDS JULY 1ST.
The reason why I decided to give it away was because I am getting a Nikon D5000 when I get out of school. If you have any questions, go head and ask.
WILL SHIP ANYWHERE.
:D
(Source: wordsareinfectious, via hazor)
Home sweet home, home sweet home, home sweet booby-trap
I took the batteries out my mysticism and put ‘em in my thinking cap
This is my life.
Last night I couldn’t get to sleep because in my head I was writing a romantic song called Invisible Balaclava. Good thing the guitar was in my room, because I finally had to turn the light on and play the riff.
You make my cheeks burn (hot as lava)
Wearing an invisible balaclava
Child. Prodigy.
Dood. It stopped raining. I looked out the window. And…
DOUBLE RAINBOW ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE SKY.
Ran outside barefoot to take this picture, and my feet are really cold now.
Totally worth it.
Just so y’all know, I told Reagan to post this on Tumblr. Because it’s really, really cool. Also, I live right near those houses on the hill.
I was watching this game, cat on my lap. Then this happens.
“OHMYGOD!!!! AH!!!!!! WHOA!!!! WHAT!!!! GAH!!!! THAT WAS AMAZZZZZZING!!!!”
~cat gets off lap~
I also love how he doesn’t go crazy after scoring it, he just walks off like a boss.
