Punk’s not dead. Just exhausted.
Punk needs a blanket. Maybe some chamomile tea.
shhhh. small noises. small baseline solo.
one time I was walking down the street and I saw a guy dressed all up in punk gear
full denim, chains all over, spiky mohawk, like… the platonic ideal of punk. it was incredible. I was just staring at how perfectly this guy had dressed as punk as I walked
and as I drew closer
he looked around quickly to see if anyone was looking at him
he didn’t see me
and he went over to the wall
and drew an anarchy symbol on it
it was the most perfect moment in the whole world
YOU CANT CHANGE THE VOLUME OF THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD
FUCKING TRY I DARE YOU
ITS IMPOSSIBLE AND ITS REALLY FUCKING WITH MY MIND SOMEONE HUG ME
I CAN MAKE IT SCREAM WITHOUT GETTING LOUDER
H E L P
Holy shit whispering is the same volume as shouting as loud as I can