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In 1977, the Queen was an unparallelled symbol of undeserved privilege, social injustice and sclerotic conservatism, standing in for the whole British establishment. She was soon eclipsed on that front by Margaret Thatcher, a far more compelling rage magnet, whose death was imagined in lurid detail by Elvis Costello on Tramp the Dirt Down in 1989, the same year as Elizabeth My Dear. Today one might think of the current government, bankers, the global mega-rich – almost anyone in fact – as far more urgent targets than the old woman in the palace.

Why pop stars won’t be attacking the monarchy this jubilee | Music | guardian.co.uk (via zainyk)


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Typical - MuteMath from MuteMath

indyracingfan10:

Still a great song!


fought for friends and who respected those around, not verbally abused them. The one who cared. Where did he go?  from Anonymous

I’m trying to figure out who you are, anon, because most of the people I was close with in high school (and I mean actually close, not just kids i went to parties or drove around with a lot) I am even closer to now. To answer your question, a lot of things have happened over the past year that have wrought changes on my personality, but I am no less “me” than I was in high school. I had a very large circle of friends leaving high school, but a majority of them were only friends with me because I was in a band or because of who else I was friends with. It all felt really fake to me, which is why I distanced myself from high school so much. I went back to Timber Creek a week or so ago with Chris, who’s been in England for a year, and he practically had his own homecoming parade. I haven’t seen any of those people just as long, but all I was to anyone was Chris’s ride. You can tell who your real friends are by who notices your absence, right? I won’t deny that I’ve complained of loneliness before, but in all honesty I think that was more due to relationship bullshit than anything else. Granted, there ARE people who I haven’t seen in forever (due to forgetfulness, lack of time, or distance) that I think of highly and miss spending time with, and you might be one of them. I am curious as to what extent I’ve ever “turned on” anyone though. I’ve always been sharp with words to pretty much everyone, that’s just the way I am. But what exactly have I done to you? I mean, if my actions or words have hurt you, let’s talk about it human-to-human.


You refused to invest time into the friendships you had. You rejected and turned on people who love you dearly. You let everyone drift away from you, then began to complain that you were so lonely. It makes me sad, honestly. You, who complains about being lonely, are in reality the biggest obstacle in your way. I only bring this up because I remember our friendship fondly. And I miss the old Ryan. The one who wouldn't ditch his high school best friends for new friends. The one who fought for from Anonymous

What happened to you, Ryan? When I first met you, you were someone I respected, someone whose opinions were their own and who cared so deeply for his friends that it was incredibly admirable. This year, however, I've noticed a change. We haven't spoken in a while, not out of bad blood but out of forgetfulness and a lack of time. It was like we were great friends in high school, but once you got to college everything changed. You've become sharp with your words to the people who love you. from Anonymous

farisbueller:

felicefawn:

The fact that the majority of teenagers would rather listen to Justin Bieber or Taylor Momsen over Jimi Hendrix or Pink Floyd makes me want to fucking kill myself. Literally.

up next on MTV’s “White Girl Problems”: special snowflake and part-time tumblr user felicefawn is literally contemplating suicide over people having different music taste than her and thinks she is better than everybody else because she kinda sorta knows who jimi hendrix and pink floyd are


I smoke and they talk about cancer, I eat and they talk about cholesterol, I make love, it’s AIDS. Before AIDS and cholesterol and cancer there’s the pleasure of making love and eating and smoking. I have to die someday, so if the thing that gave me pleasure all of my life kills me instead of me going under a truck, that’s fine. Besides, why should I live so that when I die I give fresh meat to the worms? I hope that I am rotted and they don’t want to eat me. Fuck the worms.

— Marjane Satrapi (via laurunderscore)