Don't leave my hyper heart alone on the water... @thelastmexicantimelord - Tumblr Blog

I wonder if I'll live to grow old now Getting high 'cause I feel so low down I may be just a little selfish All I have is the memory Yet I never start to wonder Was it possible you were hurting worse than me Still my hunger turns to greed 'Cause what about what I need.. ... Oh I know I'm out of control now Tired enough to lay my own soul down

aidashakur

planetamuerto

Y sí todo es una mentira fugaz, que cambia en cada aparición...

memewhore

decellie03

nothing will ever be funnier to me than the 30-50 feral hogs joke phase, I think about it at least once a week

dripped-in-my-pearls

Happy 30-50 feral hogs day

msilverstar

World heritage post

ragingstillness2

If I was young, I'd flee this town I'd bury my dreams underground As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight

likearoseinagraveyard

Either way we decorate this ship, it’s still sinking.

wetheurban

You deserve a career that leaves you with the time and energy to actually enjoy your life.

adrianoesteves

urbanowa

It's a habit, it's all good I fall in a hole, loser Fade in symphonic Like the phone that's dialing Alone again Unknown again If we want to plug in The hardness, the feeling To turn into silence Then we won't survive But we ought to Yeah, we ought to This mirror weighs a ton, but at least we act sudden All the words are gone But the radios in your head Still speak the arcane to the out there We're never really done, but we're here to wax sunny All the kings are gone But the maniac in your head Still sleeps in archways alone as an act of faith If we want to plug in The hardness, the feeling To turn into silence Then we won't survive But we ought to Yeah, we ought to It's a habit, it's all good I fall in a hole, loser Fade in symphonic Like the phone that's dialing Phone that's dialing This mirror weighs a ton, but at least we act sudden All the words are gone But the radios in your head Still speak the arcane to the out there We're never really done, but we're here to wax sunny All the kings are gone But the maniac in your head Still sleeps in archways alone as an act of faith If we want to plug in The hardness, the feeling To turn into silence Then we won't survive But we ought to We ought to It's a habit, it's all good I fall in a hole, loser Fade in symphonic Like the phone that's dialing Alone again Unknown again