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The Backseat
The words "If you never let me go, I will never let you down" will be burned into my heart forever. One of my favourite songs by one of my favourite bands will be a constant reminder of how I fucked up and how I failed.
Sometimes the best way save your future, is use a technique from the past.
Originally, that was more than just a gift...
It was a token of how serious I was.
Carry That Weight
What’s broken, can be fixed,
Emotions come full circle with a gift.
The soul knows a partner in crime
Will merge to one in time.
Whether you like it or not,
Life will give you one more knock
Before the broken begin to heal
And the Devil makes his deal.
A Good Place?
It’s been a while since I posted. But seeing as I can’t explain in person (at least, not yet), I’m going to use this post:
A good place? No. I wouldn’t call drinking a lot, smoking more and feelings of loneliness and loss as “a good place”.
Her? I haven’t seen her in 3 years and she asked me to a rock night. Turns out she was a dancer there, hence the get up.
Oh, and “assets”? You know damn well that doesn’t matter to me at all.
And no, nothing happened. Women with attitude are trouble for me.
And I didn’t post that. The picture was taken by a photographer at the bar.
I think that covers it.
I’d say you’re doing better at bettering yourself than I am with all the running I knew you’d find helpful.
I hope you’re well.
Internet Users Doodled on This Cat Photo to Make it Better (18 Pics)
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R.I.P Lemmy. Gonna miss him, not gonna lie. One of the last living rock'n'roll legends. #lemmy #lemmykilmister #motorhead #deafforever
If your ideas are bigger than the town you’re in, you’ve got to get out of there.
Brian Fallon (via clash-official)
“So there’s problems in your life That’s fucked up, and I’m not blind I’m just see through faded, super jaded And out of my mind”
I’m just see through faded, super jaded, and out of my mind.
Alice in Chains . Heaven beside you (via alteranda)
The Serenity Urn
When the lamp oil burns out And the veins go thirsty What glimmer remains Of who I used to be? Will I shine like a diamond And rise higher and higher, While I lay dormant in slumber In a quiet plot, in a mire? The ink on my skin will fade to a point get chewed by maggots or sliced by a knife. The scars on my heart and brain and arms studied while I fly in the endless calm. If I were to ascend - all I knew and rejected- my soul will be saved as my body lays cold, dissected. Memories flash and flood as regrets attempt to drown but the love of what once was remains as strong as when found. It’s alright, you’ll say out loud as the levees hold tears at bay. The odds against are plenty stacked curses to the birthday wish to stay. The boat departs in less than an hour and business is in check that final walk provokes joy and pain as you climb aboard the deck. The vessel holds no life vests but there’s a fire raging below the seat reclines into a bed as the minions begin to row row row the boat gently downstream the flames burn burn burn away disease and pain and woe while those on shore collect the cold and haunted urn.
RIP Steve Jobs. (via)
ICYMI, Apple just announced the “Apple Pencil” stylus.
Hear the Future
If the rivers turn to dust and the land becomes the sea, and the animals become rare while Death welcomes creed, as barbarians play keep uppy with a solemn floating head, will peace creep up on the few remaining or is peace reserved for the dead?
Tiresome questions and callous answers plague philosophers left in the dark, a whisper offers sympathy apathy floods his helpless heart. A time lacking terror could not be recalled Modern times require trial and error and patience for the world to cull the horror.
Lean On Me
Across that concrete river And on past the trees Is a man who meditates on pain Not quite sure what he believes.
Locked away in a box As his angels and demons clash He hears the screams He feels their lash Catatonic, he sits hopeless Taking a beating under duress.
The closing of eyes Begs for peace within As the snarls of battle Cry on and on in him.
With only one leg to stand on The other is trying to sleep Tossing and turning While the nightmares creep. Wide awake now once more All he wants is to be sure.
He’s in pain, she thinks He’ll choose correctly, she prays As he sits alone with no one to prop Nobody to help him survive today. The itch torments like the desire to see In pencil he stencils on skin “Lean On Me”.
