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GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY
DEATH VALLEY NATIONAL MONUMENT, CALIFORNIA
Stan Jones, a former Death Valley Ranger skyrocketed to fame and fortune with his song “Ghost Riders in The Sky” which became a number one on the “Hit Parade.” Here we see an image of the gone but not forgotten 20 Mule Wagon team across a spectacular Death Valley sunset with the Devil’s Golf Course in the foreground.
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welcome to the future, marty mcfly
2015
jenna and james, december 2016
will i ever get right with god?
am i evil?
I used a ten billion dollar particle accelerator to look for a particle that theoretically shouldn't exist. I didn't find it.
CERN, Geneva
Search for High Mass States Decaying to Tau Pairs with the CMS Experiment
you don’t have to forgive me when i lose this battle
i wouldn’t ask that from you
i feel like i’m watching all of this happening from outside of myself
(x) my favorite part of this image is the flame-skirt #demonfashion
Hail Mary, full of grace, punch the devil in the face.
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depression is winning
"it's really great to have you back around. i've missed you. when are we gonna drink together again?"
“hey, we’re friends, we’ve met at least like 16 times. never really hung out enough to have a super close relationship but, you know we’ve met. but you know, we should get lunch sometime!”
“it’s so nice to see you.”
“hey, haven’t seen you in a while, wondering if you want to come out tonight. we’re playing a really fun mid-semester game and it’d be great to see you”
i just want to feel alive and connected again
i watch it all from the outside now
the gf…… ohhhhhhhh……..
I will go again to the lonely graveyard in the bayou. Once more - alone, this time - I will find the unmarked grave and plant my spade in its black earth. When I open the coffin - I know it, I am sure of it - I will find not the mouldering thing we beheld before, but the calm beauty of replenished youth. The youth he drank from Louis. His face will be a scrimshaw mask of tranquility. The amulet - I know it; I am sure of it - will be around his neck. Dying: the final shock of pain or nothingness that is the price we pay for everything. Could it not be the sweetest thrill, the only salvation we can attain… the only true moment of self-knowledge? The dark pools of his eyes will open, still and deep enough to drown in. He will hold out his arms to me, inviting me to lie down with him in his rich wormy bed. With the first kiss his mouth will taste of wormwood. After that it will taste only of me - of my blood, my life, siphoning out of my body and into his. I will feel the sensations Louis felt: the shrivelling of my tissues, the drying-up of all my vital juices. I care not. The treasures and the pleasures of the grave? They are his hands, his lips, his tongue.
His Mouth Will Taste of Wormwood by Poppy Z. Brite (via hotaliendad)
