zanna182:

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zanna182:

Timeline Photos | via Facebook su We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/65207498/via/FlamingPoppet


There are holes in the floor of the mind, like those in a medieval dungeon floor - the stinking oubliettes, named for forgetting, bottle-shaped cells in solid rock with the trapdoor in the top. Nothing escapes from them quietly to ease us.



mad-hot-mads:

Happy birthday, Dancy Pants!

mad-hot-mads:

Happy birthday, Dancy Pants!



benaddictwholocked:

watchtheskytonight:

eat-them-tomatoes-bro:

frukingspamano:

splitwires:

cumberbitchsandwich:

doomkopf:

damn you Canada

no one’s gonna take away our right to bear eggs

comparison’s pretty accurate, both objects have been know to kill when put in the hands of the stupid

what are those egg things?

They’re kinder eggs. A nice toy is inside each little thing BUT I GUESS SOMEONE CHOKED ON ONE AND DIED SO THEY’RE ILLEGAL IN THE US

CANADA’S GOT THEIR SHIT STRAIGHT

benaddictwholocked:

watchtheskytonight:

eat-them-tomatoes-bro:

frukingspamano:

splitwires:

cumberbitchsandwich:

doomkopf:

damn you Canada

no one’s gonna take away our right to bear eggs

comparison’s pretty accurate, both objects have been know to kill when put in the hands of the stupid

what are those egg things?

They’re kinder eggs. A nice toy is inside each little thing BUT I GUESS SOMEONE CHOKED ON ONE AND DIED SO THEY’RE ILLEGAL IN THE US

CANADA’S GOT THEIR SHIT STRAIGHT

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"All my bones are dust and my heart sealed with rust."
— “Rough Hands” Alexisonfire (via so-this-is-continuous-happiness)

Track Title: Rough Hands

Artist: alexisonfire

Album: Crisis

lastingtraces:

Listening to this song. God, I love it so much, but I haven’t heard it in ages and now I’m so happy. My mood - up!

Fucking amazing song.


Reblog / posted 1 day ago via xdallasx with 12 notes
xdallasx:

Was I left behind?Someone tell me, tell me I survivedAnd don’t look so surprised that I’m home, but just for tonightWith rough hands and sore eyesSo don’t speak, I am tiredLet’s just live through this lieShe says I swear too muchShe says a lot of thingsWell I’d swear every other word if I couldFor her, I’ll make an attemptSometimes love isn’t about how much someone suits youBut how much you’re willing to change to suit them

xdallasx:

Was I left behind?
Someone tell me, tell me I survived
And don’t look so surprised 
that I’m home, but just for tonight
With rough hands and sore eyes
So don’t speak, I am tired
Let’s just live through this lie

She says I swear too much
She says a lot of things
Well I’d swear every other word if I could
For her, I’ll make an attempt

Sometimes love isn’t about 
how much someone suits you
But how much you’re willing to change 
to suit them