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Deformed. Unformed. Disintegrating…




Title: Gimme Danger
Artist: Iggy & The Stooges
Played: 272 times

You’re under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago.

Grow every second (via felicefawn)



eaode:

chekov-chan:

nominee84:

yanagoya:

meandmylittlevoices:

alloutorg:

URGENT: today in Russia, a terrible bill passed in the Russian parliament’s lower house that censors all things considered “gay”. It’s our local partners’ worst nightmare and we need your help. 

This vote comes off the back of two brutal anti-gay murders in Russia, and the trial of a major LGBT rights organisation today.

Tell world leaders to STOP the crackdown, add your name:
www.allout.org/russia-attacks

REALLY IMPORTANT

This really is happening, and it’s scary as hell.

Update June 12: the situation is worsening. Russia has just passed a new anti-gay law makes it illegal even to say the word “gay”.  People in Russia standing up against the crackdown are urging All Out members to keep growing the petition to help draw the attention of world leaders and the media.”

spread this like the plague 

Holy shit I thought that was ridiculous but IT’S TRUE

I’ve been in denial for the past 12 minutes, O.o, wtf, Russia?!
I am speechless, this is so fucking ludicrous, I might cry.
o.O



Title: Abandon
Artist: Captives
Played: 1082 times

hidads0up:

Abandon | Captives  

You want to come back but we say that there’s no hope. You want to come back but we must replace the rope. We all say it’s the devil at your door. Only time will tell how long you can ignore.

Why am I so blind to see you’re everything I’ve been dying to forget. Why am I the one to blame you’re the hunter I’m the prey. You keep holding on.

I know the reason behind your fears. I know the reason behind those tears. Your pretty blond hair, I hope you stay there and never return. Thank you god and thank you brother, my lesson is learned.

Why am I so blind to see you’re everything I’ve been dying to forget. Why am I the one to blame your the hunter I’m the prey. You keep holding on.

Quit your faking.

You said, “Hold me in closer while I pretend that I want no other”. Now I’ll fall asleep again alone.





shoulderblades:

the lovers, rené magritte, 1928, detail


I’m sure death tastes like pineapple.

— zarzyganydywanik