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notoscarwilde:

Pixies - Where Is My Mind (1988)

Anonymous: Hello ☺ You have a lovely blog and i enjoy your poetry very much. You seem like a profound person. Have a good day ☺☺

thank you animated GIF

You have an awesome day too :) 

chuckpalahniuk:

Huge news today! Dark Horse Comics will publish the sequel to FIGHT CLUB as a 10 part maxiseries, debuting in April 2015. Read all the details here:
http://chuckpalahniuk.net/news/dark-horse-comics-to-publish-10-issue-series-of-fight-club-2

chuckpalahniuk:

Huge news today! Dark Horse Comics will publish the sequel to FIGHT CLUB as a 10 part maxiseries, debuting in April 2015. Read all the details here:

http://chuckpalahniuk.net/news/dark-horse-comics-to-publish-10-issue-series-of-fight-club-2

Anonymous: be mine

I would be yours but I can’t

I would say I am another’s but I am not

I am only my own

My life is that which owns me Grey Face

I direct it but it makes the moves for me

I hope that you are your own

And that the paths of someone far greater than I

Come into the path of your own

For I am a fool

Spouting foolish prose

Instead of sleeping

I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to.

— Henry Rollins, Solipsist  (via ice-nazi)

I don’t care about what any of these breathers are talking about. All they’re into is cheap little get-offs. They can’t hold me…If you stay away from people as much as possible, then you’ll be alright.

— Henry Rollins, Solipsist (via commonplace-ponderings)

Dead writers take me to a different world. That’s how I deal with this one.

— Henry Rollins, Solipsist (via commonplace-ponderings)

…you need their lies to make you feel like you’re alive—I won’t tell you that you’re fucked up. I’ll just wish you luck.

— Henry Rollins, Solipsist (via commonplace-ponderings)

I learned there is a lot of strength in having nothing to lose.

Henry Rollins. (via sorrowmaven)

Late Nights

The music comforts me this night

Their vocals bleed into me and I absorb their hate

It sinks through the air and into my finger tips

And I type that blood upon these keys

The work redeems my psyche from torment

Neurons and synapses ordered into correct motion

Time off is detrimental to me

Just as sleep is punishable by over thinking

The song reaches it’s crescendo 

The words reach their end

I will be gone soon 

But when I return the work will continue

Praise the lord