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Perfect night

it’s all fun and games

Sweet song, check the lyrics

Get down, get down, little Henry Lee And stay all night with me You won't find a girl in this damn world That will compare with me And the wind did howl and the wind did blow La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee I can't get down and I won't get down And stay all night with thee For the girl I have in that merry green land I love far better than thee And the wind did howl and the wind did blow La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee She leaned herself against a fence Just for a kiss or two And with a little pen-knife held in her hand She plugged him through and through And the wind did roar and the wind did moan La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee Come take him by his lilly-white hands Come take him by his feet And throw him in this deep deep well Which is more than one hundred feet And the wind did howl and the wind did blow La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee Till the flesh drops from your bones For the girl you have in that merry green land Can wait forever for you to come home And the wind did howl and the wind did moan La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

#nick cave #pj harvey #henry lee

When you are ded inside but try to move on

#rick and morty #morty #so ded

point-ofdisgust

systemik-blog

tuttosommatofadueioete

Choose life; choose a job; choose a career; choose a family; choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disk players and electrical tin openers; Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance; choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments; choose a starter home; choose your friends; Choose leisurewear and matching luggage; Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics; choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on sunday morning; choose sitting on the couch watching mind numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth; choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in amiserable home nothing more than an embarassement to the selfish, fucked-up brats you spawned to replace yourself; choose your future; choose life. But why would i want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

#trainspotting

dangun-panirus

Kaunas, Lithuania, ‘17march

I found out that it’s not cool to listen to Marilyn Manson when you are twenty something, haven’t done it in year but i enjoy it tonight, i found out that riding a longboard is somehow gay but i love it and scream from joy riding down a hill, wearing my not cool sweatsuit, most of my friends and relatives are getting married or being happy with their lifes and i’m here being a failure but eh, i will make it, working overtime will save my soul. Listening to some kinds of music is not considered cool, but why are you ashamed to admit that you enjoy hip-hop? if i like you i still will. It’s sad that my scales today show 59,3 kg and omg i’m so fat. It’s fun to go out on weekends but i fail to move my ass to social events. but meh, among all this sadness (or better call it overthinking and judgement?) i somehow still feel happy.

sup

“Excuse me, that man in the corner, who is he?” “He’s one of them rangers. Dangerous folk they are — wandering the wilds. What his right name is I’ve never heard, but around here, he’s known as Strider.”