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Benji

~ATWA~ 20-something queer Aussie punk. Current Homebase is just north of Brisbane. Student (ecology/hippie science). Anti-fash, musician, BDSM (sub), activist, tracker, traveller. Blah blah blah. Say hi sometime.

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  • Benji version 2k22
Still drinkin’ at park gigs, still goofy smilin’.
The more that changes, the more everything’s the same.

    Benji version 2k22 
    Still drinkin’ at park gigs, still goofy smilin’. 
    The more that changes, the more everything’s the same. 

    #punk
    Sep 26 2022
  • Oh wow, I still have a Tumblr. 
    This is still a thing.

    Hi? 

    Sep 26 2022
  • antifainternational:

    Image of British sailors in drag, firing a cannon from a ship.  Comment on the photo: "'we interrupted our drag show to shoot at Nazis' is a truly powerful energy I want to bring back." -@Erica_foskALT

    Jun 18 2021
  • javipalmerwalkswithme:

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    📸 Julen and Iosu Martinez

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    Jun 18 2021
  • sailormctits:

    sisterofthewolves:

    Pictures by Westend61

    It’s puppy season ♥️

    @benji-wns

    Jun 10 2021
  • detailedart:

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    Moonlight. Painter: Atkinson Grimshaw (1836-1893).

    (via sailormctits)

    Jun 07 2021
  • funky-junkie-brew:

    Well, I’m afraid that the circles I’ve been drinking myself in
    Aren’t big enough for the battle that I try to fit inside of them
    When I was young I drank too much and I’d be lying if I said
    I didn’t feel so goddamn young tonight
    Maybe too young to ask what’s on my mind
    Like if freedom means doing what you want
    Well don’t you gotta want something?
    And won’t you tell me that we want something more than just more beer?
    And my friends, if that ain’t true, won’t you lie to me tonight?
    Well I’ve been listening to Minor Threat records all day
    And shit if I do not know every word; I sing along as I tie off
    And Ian screams he’s out of step
    As I throw the cotton into the spoon, draw up into the syringe
    I’ll know just what he means until I hit a vein
    But after that I won’t have to bother
    With knowing who I am, for a while at least
    In a moment the whole world is gonna melt around me
    And I’ll swear I don’t miss it as a I lie to you tonight
    Because I’m afraid to look the world in the eye
    If nothing’s gonna change, well then, I’d rather die
    And I’m too unemployed to organize a union
    I’m too intoxicated to tear down a building
    I’m too hopeless to look for a solution
    I’m afraid that if I found one, I’d be out of excuses
    For the way I waste away in the gutters that I chose
    Like fashion accessories to go with my dirty clothes
    I haven’t bathed in months, but you know it’s not because
    I’ve been fighting bourgeois morals; I’m just lazy and I’m young
    I’ve seen the best minds of my generation dying drunk or high
    From the rooftops to the parking lots
    Stomped to death in West Philadelphian squats
    They’ve got me waiting on a day
    When we can say “fuck the police!” with a little bit of integrity,
    When it’ll mean “I’ve got your back if you’ve got mine!”
    Give me a scene where I believe in more
    Than bad hair cuts, guilt, and misery
    I don’t know where I fit between the vegans and the nihilists
    That might be the first thing I’ve said that wasn’t a lie tonight
    ‘Cause there’s gotta be something more
    Than lying in the front yard naked screaming at the constellations
    I want something more than an apology to say
    When I look the world in the eye
    I’ll tell you, man, my friend william came to me with a message of hope
    It went, “fuck you and everything that you think you know
    If you don’t step outside the things that you believe they’re gonna kill you”
    He said, “no one’s gonna stop you from dying young and miserable and right
    But if you want something better, you gotta put that shit aside”
    I thought about how for thousands of years
    There have been people who told us that things can’t go on like this
    From Jesus Christ to The Diggers
    From Malthus to Zerzan
    From Karl Marx to Huey Newton
    But the shit goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
    Now I’m not saying that we can’t change the world
    Because everybody does at least a little bit of that
    But I won’t shit myself: the way I’m living is a temper tantrum
    And I need something else, need something else
    Need something else to stay alive (ohohoh)
    And on the night that I play my last show
    I’ll be singing so loud that my heart explodes
    And I’ll be singing, and I’ll be singing, “we are free!”
    Oh but won’t you promise me
    That we won’t ever forget what the means?
    I know it’s hard to give a shit sometimes
    But promise me we’ll always try
    Because I don’t wanna hate you and I don’t wanna hate me
    And I don’t wanna have to hate everything anymore

    May 20 2021
  • tonkamadonna:

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    May 20 2021
  • sophiegibert:
“Olavi Lanu
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    sophiegibert:

    Olavi Lanu

    (via thewayofallflesh)

    May 16 2021
  • caislean-oir-blog:
“Misty Morning (by marty_pinker)
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    caislean-oir-blog:

    Misty Morning (by marty_pinker)

    (via sailormctits)

    May 16 2021
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    May 16 2021
  • vintage-soleil:

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    May 16 2021
  • thatsbelievable:

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    May 16 2021