i don't care if we get caught

Reblog with five totally sweet songs:

toxicmachine:

1. Unattainable- Little Joy
2. El Scorcho- Weezer
3. How to Say Goodbye- Paul Tiernen
4. The Youth- MGMT
5. The Girl- City and Colour

1. Skinny Love- Bon Iver
2. I didn’t understand- Elliot Smith
3. Stand By Me- Ben E. King
4. Island in the Sun- Weezer
5. Golden- Fall Out Boy

reblog with your middle name.

toxicmachine:

sunsetsandsunrises:

paprikaa:

morningrosie:

sara7x:

mschainsaw:

intherye:

omgmoriah:

juliabbz:

icaneatyourfaceplz:

markneilson:

socialtigger:

cassandra2603:

toscreamandshout:

hellorupert:

lauren. :)

patrick

Alicia

Alicia is my sister’s name! :O

My middle name is Amy.

Andrew

Ann.

Alice, gosh, 5 all beginning with A :)

Delynn.

Anne

Christine.

Zella. Yay for having a not so normal middle name!

Anne again. =)

Kathleen.

Catherine.

Kinuko Godana

Toxicmachine, that is a BAMF middle name(s).

Karen

Formspring

toxicmachine:

whats all the fuzz with repo? i see it everywhere…its haunting

It’s only the greatest Rock Opera to come of the twenty-first century.

Really, it’s great. It started out as a ten minute opera on stage, then the creators wrote an actual script, then Darren Lynn Bousman picked it up and begged to direct it.

It wasn’t released in big theaters, because it’s such a cult movie. It’s like Blade Runner meets Rocky Horror.

Storyline:

In the year 2056 - the not so distant future - an epidemic of organ failures devastates the planet. Out of the tragedy, a savior emerges: GeneCo, a biotech company that offers organ transplants, for a price. Those who miss their payments are scheduled for repossession and hunted by villainous Repo Men. In a world where surgery addicts are hooked on painkilling drugs and murder is sanctioned by law, a sheltered young girl searches for the cure to her own rare disease as well as information about her family’s mysterious history. After being sucked into the haunting world of GeneCo, she is unable to turn back, as all of her questions will be answered at the wildly anticipated spectacular event: The Genetic Opera.

(from imdb.com)

So basically: It’s just awesome.

True Dat.

Update: New Story Contest

storiestold:

Hey followers!

So we finally got an idea for a writing contest:

We give you an unusual, uncommon, and unused word, and you base a story off of it.

The word doesn’t have to be in your story, just as long as we can see it as a theme.

There really are no rules, just be yourself and don’t take other people’s ideas and use them as your own!

There will be three rounds. Three words.

First word is:

Obvert- To turn; to alter

It’s a very open word, unlike a lot of unusual words that are very specific (i.e. the act of cutting beards).

Title your piece, put your name (with last initial, if you so choose) as well as your tumblr name on it and send it to:

storiestold@rocketmail.com

And put the subject as: Obvert

So get creative, get inspired, and get to writing! We’re awaiting our first entries!

-Toxicmachine & Sunsetsandsunrises

This is creativity you can’t find anywhere else. GREAT IDEA. KEEP IT UP, GUYS.

"The spiders...They want me to tap dance...I don't wanna tap dance!"

(via toxicmachine)

Let's make an infinite playlist.

toxicmachine:

Reblog with the 3 songs that make you feel infinite.

Let’s see how big a playlist we can make.

1. Island in the Sun by Weezer
2. Sleep by Chester French
3. The Youth by MGMT

1. 1901 by Phoenix
2. Can You Tell by Ra Ra Riot
3. Ashes & Wine by A Fine Frenzy

This is a love letter

toxicmachine:

To someone who’ll never know.

You’re shy, quietly beautiful. And I think it’s safe to say that I’ve fallen quietly in love with you. I feel a connection to you, but I doubt you’ve ever given a thought to me ever since I’ve met you. You never ask how I’m doing, you never want to know anything about me. I always have to pry information off of you, but I feel like I know you. I probably don’t.

What I wrote to say is:

I think I love you. I think I want you for the rest of my life. I think something went wrong, though. We used to have all our classes right nest to each other, like some sort of bizarre school-related sign of fate. But I never spoke a word to you. I had so many chances, so many times I could have stopped you in the hallway and just talked. So many times that I lost the courage and just shuffled past you, cheeks burning. It’s like my time passed to make a move and all of a sudden I’m transferred to a different school and you’re graduating.

What I wrote to say is:

I do love you. I do want you for the rest of my life. I know something went wrong. And, wow, you’re moving to Australia next year. And I’ll never know what it’s like to have you. To hold you. To love you. I’ll live the rest of my life wondering, always wondering, what I could have done to make you love me. Wondering how it would feel to have you, hold you, love you. In other words, I will always be quietly in love with you.

Wishing you,

were here,

the best,

me.