The Atrocity Exhibition
realscreamo:

To start things off, here’s the Comp. 3 artwork done by the awesome Natty Peterkin of Cassus. Super nice dude, super talented.
As for the band list, that will be posted sometime this week. However, since you know that a dude from Cassus did the artwork *hint* *hint*…yeah, Cassus is going to be on the next comp.

This is going to be kewl.

realscreamo:

To start things off, here’s the Comp. 3 artwork done by the awesome Natty Peterkin of Cassus. Super nice dude, super talented.

As for the band list, that will be posted sometime this week. However, since you know that a dude from Cassus did the artwork *hint* *hint*…yeah, Cassus is going to be on the next comp.

This is going to be kewl.

These words?

These words stay with me. These words? I’ve locked them away and swallowed the key.

coldcave:

“MOVE”-W.Eisold 5.27.12

coldcave:

“MOVE”-W.Eisold 5.27.12

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themeasureof:

The Measure Of-Victory Is An Illusion Of Philosophers and Fools

Brand New - Brothers
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sixpartsummer:

Brothers by Brand New

jaddandashi:

My band made a Tumblr.

Please follow :)

The Measure Of from Austin, Texas

thisisemo:

http://themeasureof.bandcamp.com/

midwest emo influenced post-hardcore band

listen to meh band
themeasureof.bandcamp.com

listen to meh band

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Could People Possibly Make Love Without Me

My idols had a gaze in their eyes I can’t ever forget

Infatuated by your quick, sly wit

Terrified by anger, fear, and perpetual guilt

On summer nights where rose petals wilt

If you believe you’re worthy of love

You’ll find the love you’re worthy of

Leave your city, give up the ghost

I’ve misremembered regret, I’ve forgotten remorse

Rest your broken breathe on my sunken chest

When our hollow eyes tried to fast forward time

Half muttered cries, feelings convict crime

Is this what it’s like to feel truly innocent?

Null and void when black hearts commit

I’ve given up on submissiveness

I’ll feed on your failures, and force you to live with this

Is it worth having any sliver of hope?

When the idea is afloat, on the shores of white seas

That people could possibly make love without me

I’ll sail on, out of the past

And expose death as a cowardly mask

You’ll serve my heart on a blood stained platter

It eluded us then but that’s no matter

We’ll run faster, stretch our arms farther

“And one evening I’ll appear in the palm of your hand

Quiet and pure like a glass statuette

You will see me. Round about. There’ll be nothing left.”