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film
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wawa
hoodies
unwashed hair
texas
black jeans
padawan braids
beer
tails, the hair kind
friends
Music
jedi mind tricks
explosions in the sky
graf orlock
bat for lashes
minus the bear
all shall perish
northstar
bruce springsteen
amon amarth
fleet foxes
this will destroy you
phoenix bodies
Movies
a good life
spinal tap
007
slumdog millionaire
akira
Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles - a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other - that kept me going.
I have not drank in 2months but when i look at your pics I want to down a 24 pack and grow a rape mustache... come homeeeeeeeeeeeee and move in with me already
