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Gen-X wannabe living in the past like it's the present and future. Be good.
twitter: @VarsityOptimism
twitter: @VarsityOptimism
“Stopping was death. Stopping meant you’d given up and turned the keys of the world over to other people. The only option for a creative person was constant motion—a lifetime of busy whirligigging in a generally forward direction, until you couldn’t do it any longer.”
—Meg Wolitzer, The Interestings
Sleepy vibes comin’ in the mid-afternoon
(Source: Spotify)
(via frickyeah1990s)
Dolphins on the National Mall #tbt
1 week ago - 
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17“We live our lives afraid of the mistakes we’ve made. We’re afraid of the people we might become. We’re afraid of our failures and so we’ve become content with our mediocrity. We make excuses about the places we come from and the things we can’t change. We’ve settled for good. We’ve stopped fighting for great.
People say The Greatest Generation grew up during The Great Depression and fought in World War II. They say they were selfless and determined. They say they shaped who we are now. They’re right. But it begs the question: Why not us? Why aren’t we reaching for the same? Why can’t we be The Greatest Generation?”
(Source: Spotify)
We’re playing FYF Fest in Los Angeles on August 24th with some cool bands.
The Wonder Years making magic and waking a generation up to their own divinity. (at SoundCheck Hollywood)
Embrace chaos.
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1Looking for TWO tickets to The Wonder Years in ANAHEIM tonight!
As the title of this thread might have tipped you off, I’m looking for two tickets to The Wonder Years at Chain Rection in Anaheim tonight.
Will pay, but like, d-doy.
Help a pigeon out.
Passing Through a Screen Door
Cigarette smoke
dances back in the window
and I can see
the haze on the dome light.
I’m conjuring ghosts
on a forty-hour ride home.
And they keep asking me
what I’m doing with my life,
while my cousins go to bed with their wives.
I’m feeling like I’ve fallen behind.
Well the highway won.
I’m listening to traffic reports,
one on one,
coming quietly undone.
I was born to run
away from anything good—an escape artist’s son
with sun-drenched pavement in my blood.
The first thing that I do when I walk in
is plan a way out for when shit gets bad and
I’ve been looking for
tears in the screen door.
(tears in the screen door)
I’ve been waiting for
another disaster.
(another disaster)
I’m terrified
like a kid in the sixties,
staring at the sky
waiting for the bomb to fall.
And it’s all a lie,
what they say about stability.
It scares me sometimes,
the emptiness I see in my eyes.
All the kid’s names
I’ve ever liked
are tied to tragedy
and I don’t want my children
growing up to be
anything like me.
I’ve been looking for
tears in the screen door.
(tears in the screen door)
I’ve been waiting for
another disaster
(another disaster)
but I was kind of hoping you’d stay.
I was kind of hoping you’d stay.
I keep a flashlight and a small knife
in the corner of my bed stand.
I keep a flashlight and the train times,
but you wouldn’t understand.
How could you understand?
Jesus Christ.
I’m 26.
All the people I graduated with
all have kids,
all have wives,
all have people who care if they come home at night.
Well Jesus Christ, did I fuck up?
I’ve been looking for
tears in the screen door.
(tears in the screen door)
I’ve been waiting for
another disaster
(another disaster)
but I was kind of hoping you’d stay.
I was kind of hoping you’d stay.
I was kind of hoping you’d stay.
dances back in the window
and I can see
the haze on the dome light.
I’m conjuring ghosts
on a forty-hour ride home.
And they keep asking me
what I’m doing with my life,
while my cousins go to bed with their wives.
I’m feeling like I’ve fallen behind.
Well the highway won.
I’m listening to traffic reports,
one on one,
coming quietly undone.
I was born to run
away from anything good—an escape artist’s son
with sun-drenched pavement in my blood.
The first thing that I do when I walk in
is plan a way out for when shit gets bad and
I’ve been looking for
tears in the screen door.
(tears in the screen door)
I’ve been waiting for
another disaster.
(another disaster)
I’m terrified
like a kid in the sixties,
staring at the sky
waiting for the bomb to fall.
And it’s all a lie,
what they say about stability.
It scares me sometimes,
the emptiness I see in my eyes.
All the kid’s names
I’ve ever liked
are tied to tragedy
and I don’t want my children
growing up to be
anything like me.
I’ve been looking for
tears in the screen door.
(tears in the screen door)
I’ve been waiting for
another disaster
(another disaster)
but I was kind of hoping you’d stay.
I was kind of hoping you’d stay.
I keep a flashlight and a small knife
in the corner of my bed stand.
I keep a flashlight and the train times,
but you wouldn’t understand.
How could you understand?
Jesus Christ.
I’m 26.
All the people I graduated with
all have kids,
all have wives,
all have people who care if they come home at night.
Well Jesus Christ, did I fuck up?
I’ve been looking for
tears in the screen door.
(tears in the screen door)
I’ve been waiting for
another disaster
(another disaster)
but I was kind of hoping you’d stay.
I was kind of hoping you’d stay.
I was kind of hoping you’d stay.
This song is perfect. I’m wholly in love with this record.
