“Hardcore is meeting a kid from halfway across the world for the first time and feeling like you have known him or her for all your life. Hardcore is driving eight hours when you are flat broke to see a band most people would say that can’t play their instruments and that you can’t understand their singer. Hardcore is knowing that your phone bill will kill you. Hardcore is road trips, touring and meeting people. Hardcore is a teacher. Teaching we are all equal, that colours or sexual preferences don’t matter. Hardcore teaches that animals are not ours to kill and to open your mind and question everything. Hardcore is moshing in your bedroom. Hardcore is energy, emotion and anger. Hardcore is that feeling when I see or hear a new band that sends chills down my spine.”
—Scott Vogel (via bshent)
March 2012
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“As you grow up, you’ll learn that the one person that was never supposed to let us down probably will. You’ll have your heart broken and you’ll break other’s hearts. You’ll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them and you’ll forget that time is flying by. Life comes with no guarantees, no timeouts, no second chances. You just have to live your life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you, and tell someone off. Speak out, be sincere, and say it with conviction. And never forget where you came from because when you do, it’s a long road home.”
—Liferuiner (via cold-town)
Wait
Sinking Ships
Waiting for meanings, still i’ve been trying to make some sense. all this wasting life waiting for nothing. confused and searching for so long that sometimes its not just all you know, it becomes everything you are. trying to make some sense of a life spent searching aimlessly, when for us, this is everything. I wont wait, I wont wait for nothing. through the graves of what we’ve been through clinging to a life worth living. and they said that life is what you choose and they lied to you. no love, no soul, no sadder sound than the crushing of our hearts. and we all know where we come from, but were never going home. trying. reaching. breathing. but still out of breath again. out of words again, trying to explain everything, but I cant say anything.
Listen
Ludovico Einaudi - Primavera
“and with every night spent alone the distance grows
and further seems forever.
and I realize I’m all alone…” —TOGETHER (via w0undwort)
and further seems forever.
and I realize I’m all alone…” —TOGETHER (via w0undwort)
