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I HOPE IT’S FUGGIN’ AWESOME

julianunes:

HAPPY JUNE!! few days till i melt California’s face off. who is coming?

JUN 6- Constellation Room, Santa Ana, CA
JUN 7 - The Echo - Los Angeles, CA
JUN 8 - Crepe Place- Santa Cruz, CA
JUN 9 - Swedish American Hall, San Francisco, CA

So…who wants to go to California with me?

I can’t wait to see you at your party, I owe you a birthday hug!!! Thanks for being awesome!!! I hope you like your present…Awh, who am I kidding? You’re gonna cream your jeans when you see it. <3

did-yuo-kno:

Please, for the sake of the easily offended, don’t make jokes on Tumblr! This is a place for reblogging pictures of Starbucks, Uggs, and girls in bikinis, NOT humor!

(via anotherbrickinthewallis)

(via sugarspiceandeverythingsilly)

Not because I’m angry, or stressed out, or anything (this is actually the most peaceful I’ve been in like two weeks…), I just really like sending lead downrange. Besides, it’s one of two things that my dad and I actually do together, and I like spending time with him.

jmp7380:

Like a sir.

I searched and searched, but couldn’t find a “Make my voice stop sounding like shit” button in Audacity.

This is the acoustic version (just my voice and my ukulele) of my cover of Drowned by Tim Minchin. I’ll upload the final version by Wednesday, but for now, here you go. I don’t really like it, but I’m really not supposed to with this song.

Lyrics:

Your love is like finger nails on a chalkboard
Your love is like throwing myself overboard
A breakdown on a motorway
A heart attack on Christmas day
Like scaling a cliff then falling off
Like trying not to cough

And I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
I think I’ll just keep swimming down, down, down
There’s no point in trying to turn back now

I’m drowned
I’m drowned

Your love is like sand inside a bathing suit
Your love is a symphony with the sound on mute
A letter sent to the wrong address
Or red wine on a wedding dress
Like broken bones in my playing hand
Like trying to swallow sand

Cos I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
I think I’ll just keep swimming down, down, down
There’s no point in trying to reach dry ground

I’m drowned
I’m drowned

Your love is like one last breath of salty air
Your love is finding a treasure map that leads nowhere
A wine glass on a concrete floor
The overuse of metaphor
The straight ahead in a sideways glance
Like the misstep when I dance

And I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
I think I’ll just keep swimming down
There’s no point in turning round

I’m drowned
I’m drowned

Then, I got really sad and disappointed. But now, after I’ve had time to think about all of it, I just don’t care any more. I’ll be redeemed in time. The problem that has cropped up will actually be taken away again by the exact same thing that brought it into this situation. And that, is poetic justice.