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p617:

promises ‘evergreen’, track eleven: helicon (feat. Timothy Owen Hyde):My friend, I wanted to write this when I was feeling honest and I had a stable hand to scribe the words that I needed to reach you. To tell you the truth, I’ve been lying a lot and my hands, they shake like I never knew. I can’t stop thinking about what it meant to me before it was taken away. I can’t fix anything: fists and words are useless when you’re drowning in the rain. Stupid me, looking up – instead of rolling off my back it pooled in the back of my throat and I’ve been choking on it ever since. I’ve set myself on fire but I won’t burn. I set all my joy free and it won’t return. Everything has changed and I wasn’t ready for it to be anything but what it was. So what the fuck can I do now I don’t care about anything anymore? Make me whole. I want to let you know that I was evergreen – the days would pass and I would stay the fucking same. No event could break my steady hand, and I want to be that man again. My greatest fears I fear are still yet to be seen. I’ll tear apart my enemies but I’ll do the same to me.

Greatest.

p617:

promises ‘evergreen’, track eleven: helicon (feat. Timothy Owen Hyde):
My friend, I wanted to write this when I was feeling honest and I had a stable hand to scribe the words that I needed to reach you. To tell you the truth, I’ve been lying a lot and my hands, they shake like I never knew. I can’t stop thinking about what it meant to me before it was taken away. I can’t fix anything: fists and words are useless when you’re drowning in the rain. Stupid me, looking up – instead of rolling off my back it pooled in the back of my throat and I’ve been choking on it ever since. I’ve set myself on fire but I won’t burn. I set all my joy free and it won’t return. Everything has changed and I wasn’t ready for it to be anything but what it was. So what the fuck can I do now I don’t care about anything anymore? Make me whole. I want to let you know that I was evergreen – the days would pass and I would stay the fucking same. No event could break my steady hand, and I want to be that man again. My greatest fears I fear are still yet to be seen. I’ll tear apart my enemies but I’ll do the same to me.

Greatest.
I get this through my head too much. I feel as though some days a glock to the temple, or a whole bottle of vodka with 30 diazapam tablets would do the job.

I get this through my head too much. I feel as though some days a glock to the temple, or a whole bottle of vodka with 30 diazapam tablets would do the job.

(via acidcum69)

markoutrage:

plump-bunny:
Did a thing.
I drew your butt
Note: This is awesome! Thankyou :)

drew this, p.s. I submitted it on my other blog

markoutrage:

plump-bunny:

Did a thing.

I drew your butt

Note: This is awesome! Thankyou :)

drew this, p.s. I submitted it on my other blog

8bitatoms:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

sevvey6:

morbidamusement:

captain-snark:

bananamerlin:

maderadearquitecto:

Thermochromic table by Jay Watson

imagine banging someone on that table

imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table

noooooo stop

Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.

What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?

aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story

Damn it tumblr.

(Source: rialxoan, via lvdoom)