Until my computer gets fixed or i can afford to get it fixed, just think of me as dead
(Source: bendsinyourbrain)
Cold Cave | The Trees Grew Emotions And Died
(Source: bummer-dude)
“Alot of times with BMX, the best spots are waiting behind a door, or fence. The only thing holding you back is fear of getting caught. In most cases you just need to send it…”
Why do I have the overwhelming feeling of homicidal tendencies, ripping out throats and or entrails? OH YEAH its fucking Monday.
Spending Valentines with this hardcore babeheart!
It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.
—Pulp, Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
(via escuroo)
(via fur74)
“Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world.”
— Alan Moore (Watchmen)(Source: dirtspeaks)
(via deaff)
