For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for...– Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade)
violent bunch of bastards
i’ve become obsessed with cigarette burns. sorry, mom.
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He...– “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” - Robert Frost. One of my favorite poems ever. The last stanza describes my life.
Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew...– Kneller, from the movie Wristcutters: A Love Story.
“Lights Out”- Angry Samoans
The revolution was a lie
Last night I carved the symbol for Scorpio into my left wrist. It looks okay but I need to make it deeper because some of the scars aren’t showing up so well. I think I might burn it in with a needle or something because burn scars last a lot longer. p.s. the new Against Me! single, “I Was A Teenage Anarchist,” sounds like shit. It’s gayer than sum-41. FUCK. Why did Tom...
beverly-heels: lucille bogan ; sloppy drunk...
Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks, Percy bows, in his blue peajacket,...– “Among The Narcissi”- Sylvia Plath. Undoubtedly one of my favorite poets, if not because of the morbid themes of her prose than for her tragically beautiful life.
The blues is losing someone you love and not having enough money to immerse...– Henry Rollins (via thefakelife) (via fuckyeahhenryrollins) Spoken like a true, true believer.
ihopeitscancer: Wasted Youth (UK) - All My...
No Mistakes, No Mistakes
go ahead and bleed. your secrets will slip through the cracks like water down the drain. like blood through a vein. like life through the pain. claw your way out of the darkness see light see day hear the sun and ride the wind I tried dying for my sins but I realized that they were all I had to live for.