Beastie Boys
Beastie Boys
I am your fool. Even now, my pillows smell like you and I can’t take it. Such sweet, soft aromas that you’ve left behind tug and pull at me. I’m tormented by it. You’ve made me fall madly in love with little things. Such little things that twist and wretch my insides into a thousand different directions and angles. Look at what you’ve done. Taken this cold heart and thawed it out, before winters grasp. The sweet remnants you’ve left behind do not give justice to being able to run my fingers over your skin. Feeling old scars that you’re ashamed of. The same scars that I love and can’t even explain why. Every curve, every little inch. The dimples on your back. Look at what you’ve done. Look at what I’ve become. Such hopelessness.
— Emil Ludwig (via jayziti)
(via odiledurocher)
Next guy i date with a mustache is getting one of these.
Oddly enough I could probably use this.
(Source: libbywho)
Owls confirmed to be the creepiest birds ever. LOOK AT THE FUCKING THINGS. If you fail to notice the one on the left fucking SWALLOWING a rat, then you have the dude singing some satanic chant or something next to him, and then you have those two other fucking psychos synchronized to make you feel creeped the fuck out with their soulless dance of FUCKING DOOM.
This never stops making laugh until I cry.
(Source: tubaeric, via julliaholland)
Valient Thorr-Double Crossed.
(via fuckyeahvalientthorr)
This man is invaluable. Let’s elect him King of the World and kick back to watch him fix things so everything works.
(Source: fyjonstewart, via verymaryjane)
As I sit here and write this. With the television on, playing infomercials in-between whatever schedule program is on. I’m not sure what it is, it’s mostly for the background noise. Before I ended up where I currently am, in my same cold room, with the same caved in, worn out mattress, I was driving on the highway. Sometimes I like doing it at this time of day, or is it still considered night when it’s this early? I’ll go with day, but I digress. I do these drives for one reason, no one is really out driving. Unless it’s either other people such as myself, or the ones going to work. But tonight was particularly bad. For starters, the weather itself isn’t of great conditions. On and off again rain, mostly mist. Humid and damp. But while my iPod was cycling through songs on shuffle, it happened to go through a few Nirvana tracks back to back. Which usually I’m all for - except tonight. Tonight it put me in a worse, foul mood. And I started seeing myself driving into jersey barriers. Or pushing the speed limit even more with my shitty Camry, and taking a turn too hard and too quick. With the wet roads, it could be slick. Flip my vehicle over and over, head over heels. I saw it all happening. I wanted it to happen. That’s when I started drifting towards the divider between the highway. That’s when I got close enough I could of touched it. It’s amazing I didn’t knock my mirror off. I wish I had. I wish there was no barrier between the North and South routes. I wanted to drift into a Mac truck. Maybe the coroners would have to pick out my bones from the grill of the behemoth. Use it as an ad to not text and drive. Or maybe my car would of set fire, and they could of made an example out of me. Teach the kids what happens when you smoke. What’s the point of this, you might ask. Entirely, I’m not too sure. Maybe part of me wants to get it out. Maybe another part of me hates the rest of me, so I’m posting this to a social-media site so other people can read and I can be ashamed and embarrassed. I don’t know.
“ So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future.” - Christopher McCandless
I like this a lot
(via overlookdrive)