I think we’ve officially reached that annoying time in the year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday, if you wear a sweater, you die from heatstroke.

every year i wait for this post. it always comes right on time

(Source: ididntasktobemade, via unoriginal-mermaid11)


I guess the story would have to start at the beginning, before I had any tattoos. I had health problems. I had a brain tumor. And I was told I wouldn’t have any chance to survive the operation. It was state of the art technology; laser surgery through the palette of the mouth. I was on the waiting list for six months which is a long time to think about death, life. After, it was more of embracing life. Living day to day because you realize how fragile it is. I left home. I went for a walk to go discover. I was already into punk rock lifestyle and skipping class to hang out downtown with my friends and things like this. And then my interest was just living free, living downtown. On rooftops, under bridges, stuff like this. Just living the wild, anarchist lifestyle. I embrace the idea of everything that’s different. It helps people open their mind.

-Rick Genest (Zombie Boy)