Cross Town Rivalries

Tokay vs Lodi basketball game. The entire gym packed. Everyone in the bleachers is standing up screaming throughout the entire game. No one’s sitting. One entire half of the gym is purple and gold while the other side’s red, representing school colors. Guys painting their bodies spelling out “TOKAY”. The school band is playing to get everyone pumped up. Mascot is running around. All the students in the stands participating in synchronized cheers and chants. Sound level leaving you deaf. Screaming so much you’re losing breath and getting light headed. Throat is hurting and so is your hands from clapping. The score’s constantly going back and forth between the two teams. Then in the last 5 seconds of the game, it’s tied, the anticipation is building up, and Tokay makes the winning shot. 53-51. Buzzer rings and the bleachers are immediately emptied out. Everyone’s running down the steps. The entire court is filled while everyone’s circling the basketball players jumping around. Outside you’re driving around the parking lot with people standing in the backs of trucks. Bodies sticking half way out windows. Everyone’s celebrating.

It’s romantic in that it romanticizes the things in life that were dear to us: alcohol, drugs, cars, staying up all night- and no future.
— Nikki Sixx

Midnight Burial @ Plea for Peace Center

“Shredding guitar solos, thunderous drums, explosive bass and soaring vocals…” Not often do I blog about my days, and I do realize I’m a little late on posting this. Here’s some fragments of my thoughts and memories. January 13, 2011: Train of followers driving around town picking people up. Stopping at the wrong house and an entire family walks out. Headbanging and rocking out in the car, anticipating for what the night is about to bring us. Pitching in and buying as much burgers possible from Mcdonald’s. Monster energy drinks and Dr. Pepper. Holes in the wall. Mosh pit attempt fails. Broken couch arms with spikes. Front row cheering. Loud speakers. Ears plugged and ringing. Fog machines. Jumping on stage taking shirts off with band’s name on stomach. Driving on empty roads at night, just the two of you. Two hours after show, ears still ringing.

See I’m depressed lately, but nobody understands that I’m depressed lately. I’m sorta feeling repressed lately, and you’ll be hearing and seeing me less lately. Like has anyone noticed the regress lately?
— Joe Budden (via xanthonycastro)
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Catching up with middle school friends <3

Catching up with middle school friends <3

m0iety:

omg radar pls
ITS A LLAMA-CORN 

m0iety:

omg radar pls

ITS A LLAMA-CORN 

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Don’t waste your time on me, you’re already the voice inside my head.
— I Miss You, blink-182 (via quote-book)
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When I wear your sweater to sleep and your scent still lingers,

Band Geekin&#8217;.

Band Geekin’.

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Give- The Suicide Machines

Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit it openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worse, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.
— Sigmund Freud  (via yes-yesyall)

(Source: cordisre)

Tags: fuck life
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