But walking around the East Village, I just want to cry at the state of it. There are so many fuckin’ jocks everywhere! It’s like a frat house everywhere… And now, in Williamsburg, you have all these frat guys dressed as alternatives. I don’t know if it’s a sign of the times, but where are the real weirdos? The real outcasts? They’re a vanishing breed here.

Hot out there, yeah?

Originally Posted By entertainingtheidea

frankhejl:

People ask me, ‘What are you most proud of?’ I think I’m most proud of the fact that I moved here. I tried it. Nothing happens unless you set the wheels in motion. So to me, that was everything — whether those wheels squeaked a lot or didn’t move sometimes didn’t matter. I could walk home from a comedy club at three in the morning, no money, after I bombed in front of four Dutch sailors and was like, ‘Yes!’ I loved … every … minute … of it.” Jon Stewart

Truth.

If you haven’t lived in New York, you won’t get this.

(Source: entertainingtheidea, via purns)

Originally Posted By osmium

osmium:

RIP Summer

Let this be a lesson. If you don’t want pics of yourself online, don’t live.

osmium:

RIP Summer

Let this be a lesson. If you don’t want pics of yourself online, don’t live.

I’ll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dilettantes and, uh, heartless manipulators, about music that takes up the energies, and the bodies, and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds of young men who give what they have to it, and give everything they have to it. And it’s a term that’s based on contempt; it’s a term that’s based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism, and, everything that’s rotten about rock ‘n’ roll. I don’t know Johnny Rotten but I’m sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. 
You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius - myself. And that music is so powerful, that it’s quite beyond my control. And, when I’m in the grips of it, I don’t feel pleasure and I don’t feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Do you understand what I’m talking about? Have you ever, have you ever felt like that? When you just, when you just, you couldn’t feel anything, and you didn’t want to either. You know, like that? Do you understand what I’m saying, sir?

I’ll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dilettantes and, uh, heartless manipulators, about music that takes up the energies, and the bodies, and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds of young men who give what they have to it, and give everything they have to it. And it’s a term that’s based on contempt; it’s a term that’s based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism, and, everything that’s rotten about rock ‘n’ roll. I don’t know Johnny Rotten but I’m sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did.

You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius - myself. And that music is so powerful, that it’s quite beyond my control. And, when I’m in the grips of it, I don’t feel pleasure and I don’t feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Do you understand what I’m talking about? Have you ever, have you ever felt like that? When you just, when you just, you couldn’t feel anything, and you didn’t want to either. You know, like that? Do you understand what I’m saying, sir?

Originally Posted By lindsayrobertson

I have come back to Tumblr just because Kristen Stewart said something important.

fek:

lindsayrobertson:

"By the way nobody knows. Nobody knows what the f—k is going on. You’re going to die. You’re going to lay next to the people that you know the most in life, the people that you’re going to grow old with. But you’re going to lay next to them in the middle of the night deeply curious about them and who they are, because nobody f—king knows anything."

- Kristen Stewart, of all people, has figured it out.

You know what this summer was? This summer was ISIS, beheadings, missing airplanes, airplanes shot down, religious minorities being persecuted, black Americans being persecuted, militarized police, Iggy Azalea having the “song of the summer,” Robin Williams hanging himself, and finding out Hello Kitty isn’t even a fucking cat. 2014 was the summer of existentialism, and it’s the kind of summer and cultural climate during which we should all discuss the matter of dying sad, scared, confused, and alone more often.

Yes, I’d have to agree: Kristen Stewart has it figured out. 

It’s all gonna be OK when we’re dead.

Originally Posted By the-feature

YM staff retreat has moved to Timothy Lake in Mt Hood National Forest.

YM staff retreat has moved to Timothy Lake in Mt Hood National Forest.

YM Nations first not for profit hangover the Cure.

YM Nations first not for profit hangover the Cure.

YM staff retreat

YM staff retreat

Music’s not for everyone.

Music’s not for everyone.

Remember old school blogging?

Remember old school blogging?

Look in the mirror, America.

Welcome to Hitler’s Missouri

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