This last song of hate,
Is a song of my heart
dyinggod:
Currently listening to: The Obsidian Conspiracy, by Nevermore.
francesque:
hell to the yes. FOREVERMOAR.
Wandering on, through blinded dreams,
The world has won, our hopes have ceased.
Then and now, hope comes again,
But our nerve retreats, now and then.
We wait for one, to sing our song,
But until then, we wander on.
(Source: hazardousmonstrosity)
jmtrad:
Fuck the Police!
(via bandalicious)
Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness.
(Source: unpublishedwriting, via mmmgarcia)
(Source: , via bandalicious)