Folk Punk and Hot Pockets

 

loveplusrent:
““Darling, sweet lover, won’t you help me to recover?” - Frank Turner
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loveplusrent:

Darling, sweet lover, won’t you help me to recover?” - Frank Turner

crass-roots:

Simple and plain, baby
I like your style baby
Let me take you out, lady
Just say Yes

It is the hunting season
She is my wake up reason
I’ll throw the keys and leave ‘em
Just say Yes

Wrap my arms around you
Kiss me like you mean it
You’re not the same, are you?
You are a different creature

Its four in the morning and I need to hold on
I need to use protection
She’s got me figured out
She looks back and kills me when she puts her clothes on
I need to learn my lesson
She’s got me figured out
But I don’t wanna sit around and wait for her to come around, cause I don’t come around

I don’t wanna hesitate with ya babe
But I can see ya comin’, I’ll turn you into nothin’
Ya I don’t wanna have to hesitate with ya babe
But I can see it comin’, I’ll turn you into nothin’
And I don’t wan to hurt nobody
I see that goodness in you, but I’m not fuckin’ with it
If you told me that a month from now that I would know your name, you would be insane, Yeah

What makes you think that I have never seen a girl like you?
Is it your poked out titties, or that played out low tattoo?
You’re nothing but a list to me, misery, Listerine and Maybelline
I need a girlfriend, but you should do fine tonight
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Put me to sleep
Oh, oh, oh oh
Put me to sleep

Its four in the morning and I need to hold on
I need to use protection
She’s got me figured out
She looks back and kills me when she puts her clothes on
I need to learn my lesson
She’s got me figured out

But I don’t wanna sit around and wait for her to come around, cause I don’t come around
I don’t wanna hesitate with you babe
But I can see ya comin’, I’ll turn you into nothin’
Ya I don’t wanna have to hesitate with ya babe
But I can see it comin’, I’ll turn you into nothing
And I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I see that goodness in you, but I’m not fuckin with it
If you told me that a month from now that I would know your name, you would be insane

comfpunk:

The Orphans // For and Old Kentucky Anarchist

“Got a bad back from raising my children, from hugging my husband so tight.

snowradish:

The part of the King of the Hill theme song where they just fucking go to town on that cowbell reblog if you agree

paper-backstab:

kuboe:

paper-backstab:

paper-backstab:

the smell of Home Depot is cathartic

fairies live in the lights & chandeliers section, gnomes live in the outdoor gardening department

Stop romanticizing home depot

pixies live in the paint aisle. fuck you