Head South

throwbacksongs:

Naked Brothers Band - Crazy Car

journey-to-the-butt:

urban-lustt:

rin-fucking-okumura:

fapitalism:

V-I-C-K-Y

THE SOUND OF HER NAME MAKES THE LITTLE KIDS CRY.

OH MY GOD

chip fucking skylark is a fucking god 

BUT LIKE IMAGINE YOUR FAVORITE SINGER WRITING A SONG ABOUT HOW GROSS YOU ARE LIKE 

confusedtree:

All We Love We Leave Behind - Converge

lewdxcats:

lookpastmyskin:

Punch | Feminists, Don’t Have a Cow

Like apples to oranges, both fruitful. Two eyes, two ears, two ovaries too. That’s where we draw the line, and it’s the differences that give us an excuse. No words to resist. Can’t write without a thumb. How can she say she doesn’t want this done? And every thirteen months, until she’s no good, given what will only be taken away to the same fate, or a veal crate. All for the precious by-product. If you wouldn’t want your mother, sister, friend, as a milk and baby factory, don’t let it happen in your name to a creature with two eyes, two ears, two ovaries.