Ootd featuring voi oxford I got on sale for SUPER cheap and dockers. Yayyy.
• 15 September 2014 • 14 notes
I’m dressed like a professor tonight, ask me questions.
• 14 September 2014 • 55 notes
Stop fetishizing and romanticizing “Lolita” that is not the point of the novel. In fact it’s the opposite of the point of the novel.
• 14 September 2014 • 17 notes
Suit game strong, hair game strong, life game weak
• 9 September 2014 • 257 notes
Hi my hair looks good tonight
• 4 September 2014 • 22 notes
My friend is obsessed with the duck man album art from one of my albums and he sent me this today I was pretty pumped
• 3 September 2014 • 13 notes
Some more gems from yesterday
• 29 August 2014 • 41 notes
It takes a lot to take a picture of me
• 28 August 2014 • 76 notes
Also I think I need a haircut and maybe a shave? I can’t decide if I want my beard back.
• 28 August 2014 • 52 notes
Today my friend poked me with a needle to give me a tattoo which commemorates the one year anniversary of me no longer poking myself with needles.
• 28 August 2014 • 55 notes
Throwback to this picture where I’m wearing one of my favorite suits.
• 27 August 2014 • 38 notes
I played a gig tonight at a pizza place and I got free pizza and got to play for only like 8 people, four of whom were friends and I had to play a two hour set but it was still great and I had a ton of fun.
It’s really nice being able to do what I love doing. Life is really good, and I’m really proud of myself for how much I’ve turned my shit around since last year. I never thought I’d be at this point, ya know?
• 15 August 2014 • 27 notes
“My mother is a personal trainer. She could tear the head off of a fully grown black bear and yet she’s still afraid to drive through some parts of town with her windows rolled down. I have friends who won’t wear what they want to wear because they’re afraid some homeless piece of shit or some drunk frat-boy or some basketball short wearing, monster chugging bastard is going to catcall them or worse.
I have absolutely zero idea what any of that shit feels like. None. I’ve never had to deal with it directly.
But it doesn’t mean that I can’t be a goddamned feminist. It doesn’t mean I can’t be an activist. Because I want my friends to be able to wear whatever the fuck they want without being cat called. I want my mom to be able to walk to her car and not be afraid. I want all those “friendzoned” bastards to realize that the “Friendzone” doesn’t exist except as a crutch for them to explain away their shitty personality and lack of a rational, empathetic brain.
The point I’m trying to make here is that you can’t discredit an entire faction of support for the movement just because we haven’t experienced discrimination and hate first hand. We care deeply about people who have and we care deeply about the entire feminist movement as a whole. Don’t count me out just because I’m a CIS straight white boy. Trust me, I get that I am privileged. I do. But everyone has been through shit. It doesn’t change the fact that I am still a feminist. I was raised a feminist. I still love the people who are hurt by misogyny, so I still care goddamit.”
Sincerely, a guy.
I felt like I needed to post this. I’m sick of seeing hate all over the goddamn place.
• 13 August 2014 • 40 notes