Good gravy.
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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tannertan36

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
art blog(derogatory)
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Andulka

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Kaledo Art
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@doctorventure
Good gravy.
Since the dawn of humankind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything; from god, to justice, to simple psychotic rage.
Die Hard (1988)
More Christmas Quotes
Ridiculous new track from the realest band in the game.
Happy Birthday, Johnny.
Rolling Stone streaming the soundtrack from An Unexpected Journey. Oh man, why can't it be the 26th.
Facebook is the worst. But if you use it, please feel free to go and like the page for my zine.
New issue out really soon featuring interviews with Now, Now, Touché Amoré, Toy Boats, Dikembe, Comadre, Empire! Empire!, and Waiting room.
http://www.facebook.com/TheLastOfOurKindZine http://www.facebook.com/TheLastOfOurKindZine http://www.facebook.com/TheLastOfOurKindZine
I'm sick of hearing that I'm a victim.
That's not the cure, it's a fucking symptom.
Try not to jinx it, a sinking ship and the means to fix it.
Why am I only just listening to this split now.
He will be mourned by his families and friends; he will be mourned by his nation; he will be mourned by the people of the world; he will be mourned by a Mother Earth that dared send one of her sons into the unknown.
In their exploration, they stirred the people of the world to feel as one; in his death, he binds more tightly the brotherhood of man.
In ancient days, men looked at stars and saw their heroes in the constellations. In modern times, we do much the same, but our heroes are epic men of flesh and blood.
Others will follow, and surely find their way home. Man’s search will not be denied. But he was the first, and he will remain the foremost in our hearts.
For every human being who looks up at the moon in the nights to come will know that there is some corner of another world that is forever mankind.
Rest in peace, Mr. Scott.
Hurtin' hearts need some healing.