Tattoos, Tits and Pot.

I smoke a lot of weed. I love drag queens, acapella, naked ladies, tattoos and metal.

"More and more, for the stupid little kid, that was the idea…that if enough people looked at you, you’d never need anybody’s attention again. That if someday you were caught, exposed, revealed enough, you’d never need to be able to hide again. There’d be no difference between your public or private lives. That if you could acquire enough, accomplish enough, you’d never want to own or do another thing. That if you could eat or sleep enough, you’d never need more. That if enough people loved you, you’d stop needing love. That you could ever be smart enough. That you could someday get enough sex." #choke

sufferme:

DEATH TO THE ARGONAUTS! just knocked this out on my pal Josh from Chicago. get back safe man! mike moses www.thedrowntown.com

Awesome

I wrote this right after I found out a close friend’s dad died…years ago…that’s why it sounds sappy and sad…yada yada….l lost all my demo recordingshen my hard drive died….too stupid to back it up…oh well, at least I have this 7 minute piece of yawn….I better start over….

This goddamn mop…great for head banging and further ruining my neck…otherwise it just needs to get shaved so there is more room for tattoos. #killwhitey #yourgodisdead #andnoonecares

It would be nice…

To wake up just one fucking day and not feel the crushing weight of anxiety….

If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.

Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do.

—   Stephen Fry (via observando)

(via fuckinsinister)

(Source: omgmysides, via mer-cur-y)