In the middle of my living room sits a metal chest containing a power drill, a megaphone, fireworks, a 40-count box of disgusting meat sticks covered in itching powder, two large jars containing black and white bodypaint, and of course: the drugs. Yes, I’m ready to be in a band again.

I am so looking forward to this

523:

summer in the city.

dollychops:

Dorothy and Alice

Artist: Helen Green

magrittee:

Sandra Yagi - Battle

Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.
Vladimir Nabokov (via felicefawn)

(Source: commovente)

darkface:

Motherland Chronicles #4 - The Waiting by `zemotion


Cat by Luu

No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention.
Chuck Palahniuk (via blue-voids)

(Source: vouth)


scissortits:

neil-gaiman:

In case you missed it…

Pay attention.

(Source: fonbaligi)

Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.
Marianne Williamson (via likeafieldmouse)
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