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Roger Waters and David Gilmour in the studio.
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skate and die.
Fragments (2014) dir Stephanie Weber Biron
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Till on Rammstein's lyrics
“My daughter’s in an age [12/13 at this time] in which something like that could happen to her … And that’s why I dare to imagine how this would be like. Would my daughter be a victim, I’d cut one of the balls of the perpetrator off or shoot him or something like that. On the other hand, I can sit down in the dark somewhere in a corner of the room and think about what made him do that. And about what made me imagine and maybe understand his urge. These are the two sides: on the one side is the reason, the moral, my perfectly normal life - that’s out of question for myself. But then I’m sitting down, I’m closing my eyes and I’m thinking about - for example - that moment the day before yesterday when I felt a particular desire for that adult woman - why shouldn’t a person feel such a desire as well? Somebody who can’t be blamed because he had been abused in his childhood as well. And he might not be able to judge on what it means to feel that kind of desire for a child. In which way are you going to valuate on that?”
“Our song “Tier” (“Beast” or “Animal”) is about incest. Sex between father and daughter is something that only happens among animals. “Was macht ein mann; der zwischen mensch und tier nicht unterscheiden kann?” (“What makes a man? Between man and beast, who can tell the difference?”) is something I ask at the beginning of the song. “Er wird zu seinen tochter gehen. Was willst du; was fühlst du. Du bist eigentlich ein Tier” (“He will go to his daughter. What do you want; what do you feel? You are simply an animal.”) I have a daughter of twelve I try to raise. And I try very hard to understand how someone can answer to himself for the love he makes with his own child.“
“I simply cannot imagine that someone would lie on top of his child and be aroused. In the first part, I describe the situation with one conclusion; only animals can do this. There is no difference between animal behaviour and this. In the second part, I ask myself “was macht eine frau; die zwischen Tier und mann nicht unterscheiden kann?” (“What makes a woman; between beast and man, who can tell the diffeerence?”) Here, the focus lies on the child who has grown up to be a woman, but has to go through life with the nightmare from her childhood. She writes a letter to herself about her youth. When her father slept with her. She basically became an animal.“
"The fact is she has been destroyed. It is a cycle: What happens to you in your childhood you have to carry for the rest of your life.”
On his inspirations for lyrics/poems
“I try to put myself in the mind of certain people: how do some fucked up situations happen. I want to enter their brain: a space with brightly colored and black and white cobwebbed nooks and crannies, the ones you don’t like to come close to because of the mess you will find. I only try to describe, without attacking. I understand that people can be shocked by that.”
“Only five minutes ago, I read in a newspaper that we incite people to violence. I have read that before, but the reaction that came closest to me was a letter from a girl that had been raped when she was nine or ten years old. She wrote that she could identify with the song "Weisses Fleisch” - that was also in the index for a short while. I spoke about rape while she couldn’t. She had grown up with the idea that she had to keep that period from her youth a secret, and couldn’t tell anyone. Through my song, she understood she could talk about it. She was so grateful I had written that song… I still don’t understand what people get so excited about.“
"I have seen in Indonesia what happens to children and prostitutes. And if you would know what happens in this town at night behind the curtains, my lyrics are very innocent. Those little studios and basement steps of the Red Light district, those small S&M shops with cages and whips: how sick is humanity? And in comparison, how little the themes are that I use in my lyrics, or the things I do onstage? ”
Core- poem by Layne Thomas Staley
Self imprisonment I suppose somewhere inside me I yearn for freedom from That which holds me stagnant Overexaggeration turns underestimated Emotion… Emotion. Why the urgency to hide and Slow the flow of that which could, And perhaps will, improve, and Heal the burning inside? I am protecting my pain It is mine And I so badly want to keep my Pain to myself But, in doing so I am hurting So many who cross me, or care for me, Aching for love and acceptance, Only to throw you down in the latter Of our shared love Yet anger and guilt not shared Between me and you You are blamed for all that is a Mystery within myself…burning Oh, I pray that I might someday Throw a blanket over that angry Child If the strength is found within the Core of my being His tears soak my heart and Weight it down I am drowning, and I am tired, And so very, very lonely I am.
Beautiful
maybe she doesnt like being framed.. at all !!
We turned Kurt Cobain into a Powerpuff because reasons. We'll just pretend he played right-handed~
I got patches, on the patches, On my old blue jeans. Well, they used to be blue... When they used to be new... When they used to be clean...