headlikeastealtrap
leakedinlondon
After being under a rock for so long, we started to listen to other music. We heard songs on the radio about stuff like…’poppin bottles in the club.’ Which is cool, don’t get me wrong. But we began to think, who’s singing for the other kids? Who’s singing for the outcasts who don’t go to those parties? Who don’t understand that kind of music? And that’s why we came back. To sing to them. To sing to you.
apapersea
firewhisky
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alienfirst
alienfirst
*squints*
It is not cool to edit an artists post. Either by removing commentary or pieces of the image set.
IT IS NOT COOL TO EDIT AN ARTISTS POST. EITHER BY REMOVING COMMENTARY OR PIECES OF THE IMAGE SET.
HOW HARD IS IT TO RESPECT THE ARTIST AND WHAT THEY POST? HUH? I’D REALLY LIKE TO KNOW.
And don’t you DARE give me bullshit about not wanting too much text or something on your blog. I’d rather you not reblog at all, than butcher my original post.
I’m reblogging this again.
So that post that’s advertising my two Pacific Rim prints? ESPECIALLY don’t delete the text on that. That post is SPECIFICALLY for self promotion. You want the art only? Go to my Tumblr, search under the ‘newton geiszler’ or 'pacific rim’ tags (or even send me an ask and I’ll send you the URL directly).
I am so furious about this. Next time I do self promotions, I’m plastering text on the images as well.
Thank you to everyone that reblogs posts with all my text and such intact. And double thank you when those posts have long-ish dialogue about how to order prints or commissions.
deadxstop
I watched the red tail lights zoom away from our house and fade into the evening darkness. I looked back at my mother who was holding herself up as if she was holding down the dining room table and I could see she was doing her best to steady the tears from falling.
“Mom, just tell him to leave and never come back.”
“Oh honey, I wish it was that simple.”
“We’re better off without him.”
Or at least that’s how I think the conversation went.
Years later, I overheard a teacher say to Mr. Gove, our middle school Dean, “Well, he probably looks and acts like that because there is no father at home.”
And as a 13 year old budding punk rock kid, what I wanted to say - no, what I wanted to YELL was, “THIS is what happens when you watch drug deals from the back seat of a car. THIS is what happens when someone you trust abuses you. THIS is what happens when you are forced to watch addiction ruin a family.” I wanted to walk up to that teacher, that educator of young minds, and say, “If you think this is bad, imagine what I would be like if he was around long enough to do some serious damage.” But I didn’t because I was too young and I didn’t have enough practice at making my thoughts into effective phrases.
But now I’m a grown man, and after years of practice, this grown ass man would love the opportunity to sit that teacher down and say, “What you didn’t seem to understand is that what you didn’t find appropriate behavior for a young boy wasn’t a result of a lack of parenting - it was a result of bad parenting. Not because it came from a man or a woman, but because of ineffective mentoring skills or a lack thereof.”
What I would love to tell her is that some kids turn out BETTER without the influence of an abusive, alcoholic, unaffectionate dead beat. Some kids turn out more compassionate and caring and empathetic and loving because of the LACK of a BAD influence.
Two parents isn’t always the solution. A “man’s” or “woman’s” touch isn’t always needed. What IS needed is effective parenting and caring mentors. People who take the time to explain to you the why’s and how’s of the world - and if that’s from one mom or two grandparents or two dads, who gives a shit. As long as that kid is given the building blocks to help make the world a slightly better place, well then that is all that matters.
That night, as I watched my father steal my moms car once again, I looked at my mother and didn’t see pain, but strength. Strength to do the right thing for her child despite the lack of support from relatives and in spite of the asshole who continued to wreck the life and family she so desperately tried to build.
And sure, I will probably spend the rest of my life trying to understand the scars on my heart, who put them there and why, but the difference is - I’m trying. And I know that every time I write a book or speak to a crowd of people about my insecurities - that’s my mom. That is my mom’s influence. One that told me through tear-soaked eyes - do your best to make this world a little better.
And I’m trying. I’m still trying.
In spite of him… but because of her.
lornrocks
yourlocalsupervillain-deactivat
"men have unrealistic expectations to live up to, too! women will make fun of men with small penises!"
infiniteaonchai
pearljawbreakers
kaijubros
sabellart
