Say That I WONT.

Say that I WONT.

That I CANT.

That I'll NEVER BELONG.

AN OUTCAST FROM THE BLESSED.

And I'm telling you telling you no.

Cause you don't understand that...

I'LL NEVER BE CALM. OR CONTENT.

In this war with myself.

GET READY FOR THE ENDING.

The red light is blinking.

I've done so damn much but...

MY SELF WORTH KEEPS SINKING.

I'm constantly working to make my life...

PERFECT.

But lying on my death bed...

WILL ALL THIS BE WORTH IT?

I'll spend my whole life overcoming...

MY DOUBT.

I want it to matter when my heart goes out.

ASSEMBLE SOME PUNKS.

Play a few shows.

Maybe for a moment I won't feel so low.

Then suddenly the labor pays off...

and I'm able to soak up the feeling of...

being a bit stable...

relieved of the burden of never giving up...

but I'm kidding myself.

IT WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH.

-Overkiller by Qbomb

I've thought this so many times...

Captions shouldn't be censored. If the video says fuck or cum or cunt the captions should say the fucking word.

Can we normalize listening to songs from TV shows and movies you watched as a kid? Cause you can't tell me the Descendants tracklist doesn't SLAP and I'm about to go through ALL OF IT.

It is finished. Was it corny? Absolutely.

Do I have any regrets? None.

Rewatching some scenes from those movies and listening to the music has reminded me that Descendants was the first step in my "style journey" you could say. I remember seeing all the studs and black and leather of the characters and admiring how awesome it looked. I recall the very second it dawned on my pea brain "hey, you choose your clothes you goof bag, just do it." So I did and just never stopped. Kinda funny how things like that happen, isn't it?

I have also had the realization that these movies are partially where I got my love of EDM from. But the biggest realization of all is I now understand where my type in men came from. Two words: Harry Hook.

Seriously, Thomas Doherty had a GRIP on me in that film. Bro was literally going around fawning over this dominant woman, swaying when he walked, slurring in a Scottish accent and being generally rebellious all while in O-ring belts and aggressive eyeliner. Like DAMN. This is a corny kid's musical produced by DISNEY and I STILL want him.

Can we normalize listening to songs from TV shows and movies you watched as a kid? Cause you can't tell me the Descendants tracklist doesn't SLAP and I'm about to go through ALL OF IT.

YES. THIS.

I went into a Pizza Hutt the other day and the cook had obviously put in his favorite rap cd because he was BUSTING IT UP in the kitchen. He and the wait staff were just dancing around having a great time and the food and service was still fantastic! I wish all establishments could be like that. Screw strict management fr.