174 Days Left
It just occurred to me that they can be used as presents. The food packaged in my backpack, massed for days, from kitchens I snuck into and foreign grocery stores, I mean. 68 more words
Oh shittlesticks, here it is. The daunting second post.
Hieeee! (this spelling mistake is on purpose mmkay? but you knew that.) Okay. What’s up? Alexis here (or maybe it’s her evil twin whose been recently raised from the dead but who cares about… 1,188 more words
I don’t really follow the days for prompts, but lately I haven’t had a little fiction or non-fiction stories with sense on this blog.
For the sake of my sanity or lack thereof, I’m diving in to my glorious and hideous past of songs that remind me of a time that should be forgotten or just laughed at. 435 more words
Un souffle pop punk a traversé Montpellier. All Time Low a mené une soirée toute en bonne humeur et en énergie sur scène. Encore une ville qui n’a pas résisté aux garçons de Baltimore. 499 more words
“Pop-Punk is basically my life.”
Chapter 0: The Informal Introduction
My music taste didn’t really become apparent until a few years ago. It all started with Muse, who are a fantastic band to boot, but despite how widely varied they are in terms of the songs they do, it wasn’t quite928 more words