i saw you in my dreams

hannibal buress

For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that death will tremble to take us.
Charles Bukowski (via azazellos)
I take it back:

you are still an asshole. 

Autumn, I am ready.

Autumn, I am ready.

The Road to Optimism: Journal Entry of August 5th (somewhere in Pennsylvania)

Today I learned about the official disbandment of the band The Civil Wars. Whenever I hear about a group that I really enjoy breaking up, without a doubt, I’m saddened, but this one in particular nearly brought me to tears. I’m not sure why it is that this peculiar split pulled my heart strings - perhaps because the music spoke so close to me. Perhaps it was their electric stage chemistry that made you feel intimate with the duo. The way you felt like you were allowed into their inside jokes or knew that if their heart crumbled, your’s did just the same. So relatable, you weren’t listening or watching The Civil Wars, you were experiencing a three dimensional display of their passion. 

Or maybe I know just a little bit about egos and how they affect musical endeavors and group dynamic. Maybe I understand it all too well. 

If our troubles are most decidedly due to those ego that we so preciously hold, how do we push past that? I can think of two specific scenarios that I’ve been pushed into - and see that? I’m already passing the blame. Maybe I have narcissistic tendencies. Maybe we all do and perhaps we all just want to protect ourselves and save what it is that we’ve created both outwardly and inwardly. Protect what we’ve put every inch of our soul into. It seems, though, that if we all just lay the armor down, even if just for a fleeting second, we might catch a glimpse of reality. We might find that our goal is the same. 

If there was one thing I learned as a child is that sometimes it is necessary to apologize even if you don’t believe you are at fault because chances are, your perception is as flawed as humans are and you could have handled something differently.

Sometimes I’m afraid to pick up the pen in fear that the truth will come spilling out of me and I’m terrified to face those emotions. Sometimes I can’t handle my own truth. But when I look out at the vast green scenery, the depth in those trees among the great rolling hills reflect a certain sentiment that speaks of my heart. I still have yet to understand what that means but I can’t deny the movement and heat I feel within or my connection to nature that I desperately cling to. 

I still believe that people are inherently good. It’s difficult to say why I hold to that belief when you turn on the news and it’s one horrific incident after another that continues to plague us. Religious bloodshed, human injustices, political warfare, animal cruelty, kids killing kids…and still, a part of me is convinced that if only one miniscule change is made, so much of this can be avoided. I’m aware that to a lot of people this makes me sound ignorant and green but I simply can’t deny these feelings. I don’t believe in a deity but I do believe that compassion exists and that humanity has enough power to change things for the better.

I believe in us. 

We are powerful.

There is a thin line between power and abuse and that line is invisible to most…usually buried under a thin veil of disillusioned over-abundant and false self-confidence and blindly kicked around by ego. We must practice patience. We must practice control and most importantly, we must practice compassion.

It begins with me.

Truth be told:

I’m trying to ignore all the bad shit that’s been happening around the world these last few weeks.

It’s wrong. Ignorance won’t be the end if us. Avoidance will be.

I’m ashamed.

EXCLUSIVE: Fine Fine Titans Tour Blog #3

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EXCLUSIVE: Fine Fine Titans Tour Blog #3

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Grand Rapids, Michigan hard rock outfit Fine Fine Titans have quickly become one of the most talked about unsigned bands of 2014. Between their recently released Omega EP, as well as many performances across our great nation, this group has everything going for them and show no signs of slowing their climb to the top of rock’s underground anytime soon.

Today, we are excited and honored to…

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Our third and final tour blog for Sry Not Sry. Thanks for the ride, everyone! Hopefully my blog entries weren’t too much of a snore! 

Out with the mint green and back in with the silver-lavender.

Out with the mint green and back in with the silver-lavender.

jennhasfeet:

It looks totally different in every light. I’m in love.


I don’t know how this ended up with 500+ notes but thank you! I suppose this means I should bring this hair back!

jennhasfeet:

It looks totally different in every light. I’m in love.

I don’t know how this ended up with 500+ notes but thank you! I suppose this means I should bring this hair back!

Last show of tour. What a short and wild ride.

Last show of tour. What a short and wild ride.

Tonight was cool and NYC treated us well.
Tour is almost over!

Check installment #2 for our tour diary, exclusive through Under The Gun.