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Wes Anderson’s latest film, Moonrise Kingdom, is now out in theaters! New York and Los Angeles saw their debuts last week, and nationwide roll out is just around the corner.

San Francisco will see the debut of the film on Thursday, May 31st at the Metreon, help us spread the word and enter our official contest for a Moonrise Kingdom gift pack!

To enter the contest, simply reblog this post on Tumblr for your chance to win an official Moonrise Kingdom gift pack, which includes shirts, patches, a canteen and a cooler! Five winners will be chosen at random. View all the prizes here.

If you want to attend the free screening of Moonrise Kingdom at the Metreon in SF tomorrow (Thursday, May 31st) just shoot an email to MoonriseRSVP@gmail.com for free tickets!

Insanity

Insanity is a beast. He is hairy and never clean. He is the son of Love and Hate, a family that never gets sleep. Insanity fights for the attention of both. He is an outcast in society, both the shadow lurking in the corner and the neon tights on the mannequin in the window. He is the one who allows you to stay calm during a bank robbery, but makes you freak out when the car is parked crooked. Insanity is best friends with Scary, and together they frighten children in the dead of night. They have a reputation for hanging around murderers and rapists, yes just like love and hate, everyone can look inside their hearts to find little old insanity curled up in the corner or filling the entire void.

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Love is a tricky thing. It is sad, it is happy. Love is nowhere and everywhere. Love can be the deepest pain and the greatest elation. A child needs love to grow up whole. A sickly person needs love to come through. Without love the world could not turn. Hatred crushes love but love is strong. In my deepest thoughts and darkest hours I’ve felt love leave me. I’ve fallen down a pit of hatred where love has no place and insanity rules. Climbing out, is possible with one tool and one tool only, the hands of love. Love knows no boundaries. Love is white, love is black. Love is happy and love is troubled. Love is patient and fast. Love is young and love is older than the hills. Love is gay and straight, small and large, smart and artistic. Love can blind and love c an open up your eyes. Love is real. Love is a verb. Love is. This I believe.

Makes Me Feel Like Saying Sorry

I always knew…

Thanks to hawthorne heights, I now feel impossibly worse about the things I’ve done to the people I loved. I’m alone and cold and it’s only my fault. You knew it wouldn’t last: they were the words they placed on your casket.

Close it up, forget about the sadness..

NOT COMING BACK.

In All Honesty

Tonight I wished for an accident, just so my life would get a little more interesting.

Mirror

Its strange when you look in the mirror and you see someone you don’t even know. You used to know your own reflection, but for some reason you can’t recognize what you’ve become. It used to be shattered glass when you looked yourself in the eye. Now there isn’t any reflection to tease you.

oceansongs:

Happy 4|20

Passion.

That rush you get when the CAD lights up and the bells ring. Nothings more exciting than jumpin in my pants and boots and hoppin in the cab right before we barrel down the road at 65mph.

Old Habits Die Hard.

It seems I’ve spent so much time and energy distracting myself that I don’t even realize how depressed I’ve really become. I’m telling my secrets to perfect strangers to fool myself into thinking I have people to trust. I’m crying on the shoulders of statues to make-believe there’s someone else here. I’m alone. I’ve always been alone. I will always be alone. The simple fact is, my brain just does not compute. Watching the ‘you’re not alone’ videos on youtube only makes me realize how many other people there are in this void with me: 0. Maybe if I stop putting up a facade and let real people in, there would be more. But old habits die hard.

Sometimes I just wonder where the road is going to take me. Is that so wrong?