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HUGE BAND MERCH GIVEAWAY
Alright so basically my best friend, Diego and me are hosting a giveaway. We’ve compiled a bunch of old/duplicate band tees and we’re deciding to give them away to thank you guys for following me since I’ve recently reached 3k followers.

So the rules are rather basic.

  • You MUST be following me and Diego. We shall be checking. 
  • If you win and aren’t following us we’ll pick a new winner.
  •  Only reblogs count. You could basically reblog this as much as you like to increase your chances.
  •  We’ll be using a randomized system to pick a winner so we have no say in that.
  • We’ll ship basically anywhere really.

What the giveaway entails:

  • All tees as seen in the pictures. Adding up to a grand total of 18 band tees.
  • They’re all the same size; adult male small which apparently translates into a medium in female sizes btw.
  • Exception being the pierce the veil “collide with the sky” tee which is actually a size medium.

GIVEAWAY ENDS SATURDAY, MAY 24th at 12:00am pst.
We will be picking a winner the following day by 7pm.
Make sure to keep your ask box open. If you don’t respond within 48 hours we will pick another winner.

Thanks again and may the odds be ever in your favour.

he was the only man who never asked about my past,
we skipped the interview questions:
who is the boy that makes you stare
out the window when that song plays?
why do you sit up in the middle of the night breathing deep?
why do you flinch when I slip back in bed after I get a cup of water?
why won’t you write in front of me?
how many men have kissed your neck?
do you think I’m someone you could love?

he was the only man who never asked about my past,
he just told me my wrists were thin and delicate and
they probably carry more weight than they show.
he told me that I cry in my sleep
but he wipes the tears until they stop falling.
I said, “I cry when I laugh,
I’m just dreaming of stand up comedy
and strawberry cake.”

he said I reminded him of his favorite memory as a child:
running towards home through a field,
sunburn on his shoulders,
an empty water bottle in hand,
stopping half way to catch his breath.

the last night I fell asleep by his side,
I’ll never forget him looking into my eyes
and whispering,
“I finally made it through the field,
I think I’m almost home.

and I wondered if that was the moment he realized that I too was becoming a memory that he’d spend far too much time trying to relive//d.a.h (via whisperingbones)
All I ever did to that apartment was hang fifty yards of yellow theatrical silk across the bedroom windows, because I had some idea that the gold light would make me feel better, but I did not bother to weight the curtains correctly and all that summer the long panels of transparent golden silk would blow out the windows and get tangled and drenched in afternoon thunderstorms. That was the year, my twenty-eight, when I was discovering that not all of the promises would be kept, that some things are in fact irrevocable and that it had counted after all, every evasion and ever procrastination, every word, all of it.
"Goodbye to All That," Joan Didion  (via therightnessofwrong)

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