Your dad wore neon before you did and he’s got a pink shirt buried in his closet to prove it. His wardrobe was a rainbow technicolor nightmare. Opening his dresser drawers was like staring into the sun because his tees were a radiant bitch-slap to your eyeballs. Each day he looked like a highlighter had vomited across his outfit and stained him with its luminescent sickness. The fashion world called him a bright-tastrophy, but lady gazes were always fixed on his flash because he stood out from the drab backdrop of society.
So hipsters, next time you’re glowing in the streets after channeling a 1990’s color palette in hopes that you’ll be fresher than the freshest prince, remember this…
Your dad could wear neon because he was noble, just like the gas.
Special thanks to paillettes-phosphorescentes for today’s photo.
this tumblr speaks to me
must see edward sharp acoustic video…
Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros “Up From Below” Live Acoustic (by ruspoli)
i like to imagine all these guys live together in a compound of adorably hipster trailers in a forest or a meadow
Side note: I hardly ever meet a featured trumpet that I don’t like
(via neonjj)
Yelp Adds 'Hipster' To Official Rating System
I would like a cheap ethnic restaurant where I can find homeless looking privileged children of lawyers who wear jeans that are too skinny and sweaters that are too fat
