November 2011
2 posts
Being all hipster and ishhh
lightfighterca:
Filming.
What most nights look like.
Crazy homeless(black) people…. No racist.
The homie matt holding it down for For The Fallen Dream
Last minute halloween costume…. Tiger WOODs.
Crocs in public. SBI
Shoutout to Mega and Black Scale. Always a good time at their spot.
The homie Meta and DJ Reej came through the bay. twitter.com/metasota
October 2011
2 posts
Lightfighter Loves LA
lightfighterca:
Lot Lizards
Cyril gettin’ it in! B00BZ Eiffel Tower-ing a dolphin… Nbd.
An English lesson for whoever is in charge of Go...
itsshelbs:
Bear/bare. Three different meanings.
1. Bear: The obvious. The big fuzzy animal
2. Bear: To carry or endure a difficult situation/struggle (aka. BURDEN)
3. Bare: to be naked/plain/exposed
I couldnt help but laugh when I got this bracelet home and actually looked at it. Thought Id share. I wonder how many other people have noticed or are even smart enough to notice.
September 2011
11 posts
lightfighterca:
Jordan with a footlong in his mouth like usual. Keegan can’t hang ahahaa @wesperiod and @deezydolla
Jordan at work while Nick gets in trouble hahahahaa
If only you knew what all this meant.
Fire in the lower haight.
GO STREAM OUR BRAND NEW SONG 'Lot Lizard' ! →
BABE OF THE WEEK - Alison Brie
The cute and innocent Annie on Community (NEW EPISODE TONIGHT) and just and overall babe, Alison Brie.
Best thing to wake up to.
I hate cats….. But this is a little bit cute.
lightfighterca:
Funnies
lightfighterca:
Lots of them… coming soon.
It’s about to get real.
Tumblr illiterate
How do I enable the ask thing?
August 2011
6 posts
“Sometimes you have to bite the bullet. And if it breaks your teeth… go buy...”
– myself, duh
THANK YOU
With new projects on the horizon, I’ve been thinking a lot about the past lately. The further I press back into music, the more and more I come to realize how grateful we were to have the support and fan base we did. Since our demise was never clear cut, and there was never any sort of farewell or big bash, I’d like to offer a thank you.
Here is a link to free downloads to every...
July 2011
2 posts
1 tag
Babe of the week
Alex Morgan // Forward for the US Women’s National Soccer Team & Cal Alum
June 2011
2 posts
Hipster me
I’m going to start being hip, and start posting tons of random pointless pictures I like and weird little quotes I find. Gotta get up on my tumblr game, and I’m way to lazy to actually write and blog on a regular basis. So without further ado….
I like flying, true story.
January 2011
1 post
The Past Is The Past
But that doesn’t mean we can’t reminisce on the golden days, beaming from ear to ear, remembering what used to be.
Sitting here on this long train ride, I began listening to the “Sometimes Shapes Tell Us What To Make” EP that I recorded while still in A Midsky Surrender. Honestly, I don’t care about what anyone says, how the the kids or the industry responded, or...
November 2010
1 post
Preface:
‘Twas that night that they first exchanged common ground, though neither of them knew nor expected what was to come. It was an almost humorous script, as he passed, staring at the scene of those he had not yet come to know. As luck would have it, or fate should you make that stretch, the assailants were better off remaining anonymous, at least for now. For as he would later ponder and...
October 2010
4 posts
Lust v. Love
“She was a strikingly gorgeous woman; always the center of attention. Beyond the beauty, there was something that intrigued me. She was ever so enticing; a puzzle game of complete unknowns that I was dying to explore. The secrets she held behind that shining set of teeth were only half of her charm— the other half resided in her bite. She looked at me with those fiery eyes, burning...
P.s.
I really, really, really enjoyed this quote. It’s from the book Our Secret by Sarah Griffin? I think. Honestly I only read half of it, and just bs-ed my essay on it. But anyways, I had been thinking a lot about this peculiar topic… no, feeling, but couldn’t put a description into words. She honestly took the words, that I never had, right out of my mouth… mind? nervous...
Why?
I love to write— but why? All together lacking organization and direction, my writing is normally a blunder of emotions and extended metaphors, that even I cannot grasp. So, “Why?” “Why?” is the question I find myself turning over and over— Why do I love to write?
…. I have thought…. and thought… and can only explain with more and more...
Exactly what I'm feeling, exactly at this moment.
It’s one of those days, you can’t bring yourself to get out of bed, and worst of all you hate yourself for it. It’s one of those days plans that you never had, are wadded up and thrown out, while you stay in and pout. Sad isn’t the right word for this, as a matter of fact you been racking your brain all day to describe these growing pains. Actually Ace said it best,...
September 2010
2 posts
Clarification.
Just so you all know, I understand how hypocritical that post was, and I pointed it out several times within it. I wrote it so one sided, and so angry for dynamic purposes. I also understand that there are a lot of great christian people, I made note that I was raised in a wonderful church full of great christians. When I was referring to “you Christians” obviously that was stating...
Why I hate Christians.
Let me just preface this by saying I’m sorry I wrote so much, but I really hope you read it. And I really hope you Christians read this, and argue with me, hate me, and look down upon me, only proving my point further, instilling more hate in me for your kind.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, and it’s been building up inside of me, and now I’m writing about it in a vent/rant fashion. ...
July 2010
2 posts
Funnies.
It’s such a funny thing… life… time… growth and age. It is upon us all, and we never even notice it. Take a second, and actually think about how old you are. Not in just a numerical sense, but think of everything that goes along with being 13, 18, 21, 25, etc. Think of where you are now, and how you got there. I can’t believe I’m almost 20, and I...
Wants v. Needs.
All I need is a guitar, a pen and paper, and the clothes on my back. With eyes only forward and memories in the past, I’ll hop city to city, never settling, never slowing. With new faces will come new eyes, taking it all in, savoring every last breath. Livin’ like there’s no tomorrow, with everyday lasting a lifetime, I will leave my mark. Aspire to inspire. Learn to...
April 2010
5 posts
10 ways to love
tuamliberamentem:
1. Listen without interrupting. (Proverbs 18)
2. Speak without accusing. (James 1:19)
3. Give without sparing. (Proverbs 21:26)
4. Pray without ceasing. (Colossians 1:9)
5. Answer without arguing. (Proverbs 17:1)
6. Share without pretending. (Ephesians 4:15)
7. Enjoy without complaint. (Philippians 2:14)
8. Trust without wavering. (Corinthians 13:7)
9. Forgive without...
"I wasn't there to save you,"
tuamliberamentem:
Perfect example of why I feel the way I do about you. <3
On that note;
A day I write, is a good day at the least. A day I finish two different pieces… Well, it’s just a shame I didn’t start until the sun went down. Tomorrow I shall start early, and then bathe in the prosperous warmth of a perfect day of productivity.
On that note, I shall head to bed.
To go back;
If you could go back in time, and relive one moment, one event, and change one characteristic, or one action in your past, which you view, now, as faulty, would you? And if you did choose to do so, do you know exactly what memory you would choose to alter? Without hesitation, I can tell you, there is one conversation that I wish, with everything in me, that I could take back. I would relive the...
March 2010
4 posts
No direction.
No purpose. And without that, my life is worthless. The only thing I desire and love, is the one dream, I’m not allowed to dream of. And I understand how quickly this dream can turn, from bliss to night terror, and I understand it hurts, but for once think about my head, think about the nights i spend tortured, awake in bed. Should I sacrifice my purpose just so you can sleep easy? Yea I...
It all adds up.
I don’t know how much more I can take. I don’t belong here, but at the same time, this is taking me to where I want to be. But is it worth it? I loved and enjoyed the past so much more, even though it was going no where. And I do enjoy this now, but I for see problems in the future. Why should I have to put up with this. Who gives them the right to persecute me like they do. I...
Cut my legs off.
Then maybe you’ll drag me through the door by my arms, regardless of my resistance efforts. Cause right now I’m running to every door I see, but they all seemed to be locked. Only you have the key. Call me lazy, but my efforts have been futile thus far, so I’ll stop trying. Why try and break down these walls in the dark? So here I sit, indian style in the middle of the living...
At the current moment.
I’m feelin’ a little bit risky, a little wild. I’m ready to let loose. I feeling like putting myself out there to fall right on my face. But I’ve had this helmet on for, oh so long. And my head itches so bad. So for now I’ll run naked, but sooner than later, I promise, I will become aware of the eyes on me, and I will dart back into my cave, where I will ponder until...
February 2010
3 posts
Raw.
“I know, with everything in me, down to the innercore of my physical being, that my life, my existence, was meant for something more.”
Happy.
Being happy, eventually just leads to being sad. I’d rather just be indifferent. On the pursuit of happiness, not actually on the receiving end. It scares me when reality sets in, and dreams aren’t as far out of the question as they had once been. Well I guess all we can do now, is cross our fingers and hope for the best, maybe we’ll get let down easy.
Reflection.
Drip. Drop. Drip. The glass briefly shatters, before refocusing. The surface image distorts, and for a moment time freezes, as you catch a glimpse within. In this second of self-induced ecstasy, you feel to the very core of your physical being. A tangible emotion, that hits you with intangible form. It’s not blood flowing through your veins, but thought. Waves and waves of electricity that...
January 2010
6 posts
Day 5: Tuesday, January 12th, 2010.
Day 5, Tuesday, January 12th, 2010:
I wake up and it’s around 9:30. Our non-english speaking mechanic, “Amigo” as he has been deemed, is supposed to come fix our bus around this time. The street sweeper would come around that time also, which is why we begged him to come early. Colin’s the only other one in the bus with me at this time, everyone else must be washing their hair in the lockout...
Day 4: Monday, January 10th, 2010.
Day 4, Monday, January 11th 2010.
We wake up at John’s house in burbank. We hang out for awhile, then john taked us to the bus stop. We found out from other metro passengers, that there is a bus, the 550, that goes directly from San Pedro to Hollywood, rather than our previous route of Pedro to Long beach to LA to Hollywood. We find the bus stop which is actually in LA and board the 550....
Day 3: Sunday, January 9th, 2010.
Day 3, Sunday, January 10th 2010:
We wake up, and Justin’s hungover. We decide today we are going to go get showers before Justin leaves. We travel to the shower place which is by the beach. The showers were like military showers. There were 3 shower heads coming out of the wall in this big open room, and then there were little walls in between each head, but no doors to close you off to the...