The Neighbourhoodlum

For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

Simon Van Booy  (via ding-ang-bato)

dont-call-it-screamo:

wheredidallthelionsgo:

the-big-phan-theory:

doyounoelyourenemy:

sidvintage:

motherfuckin-pajamas:

deadkennedysandattractivemen:

A punk stops during a gay pride parade to allow a mesmerized child to touch his jacket spikes.

I lost control about reblogging this picture. 

and this is the perfect “fuck you” to people who stereotype people like this. 

literally one of my favourite pictures ever

nothing more punk than letting small children touch your clothes spikes or hair spikes

I want to marry this man.

Having little kids be in awe of your aesthetics is absolutely priceless.
She likes to sleep. It makes her forget about it.

(via uglierer)

wentzguyliner:

Emo Problem #826-
When the wind blows your side bangs back, and you see everyone you hate, with both eyes

Pitiful

cumlingar:

Pitiful - The Neighbourhood 

acidic-child:

itscooliosbuturblind:

beammeupsc0ttie:

Green Day lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong wrote this about his father, who died of cancer on September 1st, 1982. At his father’s funeral, Billie cried, ran home and locked himself in his room. When his mother got home and knocked on the door to Billie’s room, Billie simply said, “Wake me up when September ends.”

Fuck.

Oh god
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