no, no, no. can’t do it. i’ll just leave this thing here like an old photo album of memories and good things. i can’t just throw it away, at least not now. so, as of now, this blog remains inactive, but online. as the sentimental collection.
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i don’t want to kill the thing i love but i can’t care for it anymore!!! aah!!! i just might disappear from this blog, so thank’s for the good times. i’ll probably find some way or another to come back around again...
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soooooo i’m not dead or anything (deader than usual, anyway...), i just realised that running three blogs is too much for me and am now trying to figure out what i’ll do about it. right now, it looks like i’ll make a fresh start somehow with everything mixed into one blog again. i'll probably archive this blog here somehow, because i really wanna keep all the things i’ve gathered here, and my extensive tagging’s gotta be good for something, doesn’t it. so ya.
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Vending Machine
Picture of the vending machine used in the “Na Na Na” video.
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I did a marker piece a while back and thought I should revisit it and clean it up in illustrator (especially since I’m gonna get this as an arm piece before the summer’s out).
Edit: You can find the original HERE
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a compendium of shitty 2019 zone memes I just made up
[news anchor voice] “goooooooooooooooooood evening Battery City, here to tell us about the fuck-up of the day is–”
pouring sand on yourself because might as well
seeing a friend and yelling, as loud as you can, “FUCKING WHY ME?” (source: Show Pony)
following up a minor inconvenience: “step one, fuck it, step two, orbital bombardment”
drawing of animals with longer legs than usual
persistently not believing that the American South was actually real
to break an awkward silence: “last month I got murdered in a CVS”
shoving your gun down your shirt. bonus if it falls out the bottom.
fuzzy image of Jet Star kicking a motorcycle
“your tears are my cool shaded oasis”
get as far as you can through this sentence without laughing: “personally, as a straight man, I too am of the opinion that this is high treason”
anything Dr. Death-Defying says during his broadcasts, but in a Boston accent
fill in the blank: “I want to shove ___ directly down my throat”
doing kickflips without a skateboard (this is essentially the new dab)
screaming that gradually gets lower in pitch
bell bottoms
anything that Kobra Kid does, approximately 7 hours after Kobra Kid does it
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(click pic for HQ)
Hammersmith Apollo, London, UK. 23/10/10
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