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a stick and poke mermaid
kurttcobainn:

“I wish there was someone I could ask for advice. Someone who wouldn’t make me feel like a creep for spilling my guts and trying to explain all the insecurities that have plagued me for oh, about 25 years now. I wish someone could explain to me why exactly I have no desire to learn anymore. Why I used to have so much energy and the need to search for miles and weeks for anything new and different. Excitement. I was once a magnet for attracting new offbeat personalities who would introduce me to music and books of the obscure and I would soak it into my system like a rabid sex-crazed junkie hyperactive mentally retarded toddler who’s just had her first taste of sugar.”
— Kurt Cobain, journals
mccartneymadness:

1966
rfmmsd:

Artist:
Theresa Pfarr
"Bliss Priss" 
Oil on Canvas
 44” x 44”
2012
acidic-child:

☾GRUNGE BLOG☽ 

"Honestly, you just take a deep breath and say fuck it."

- Johnny Knoxville (via veryhotbuns)

(via infaredangel)

thedailybeard:

thorins—beard:

Me and the staff yesterday. Definitely need more adventures.

"Nature is not a place to visit, it is home."

- Gary Snyder   (via 26pills)

(Source: yogachocolatelove, via psychedelic-orgasm)

"

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

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- It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

(via daddyfuckedme)