December 2010
I was once, possibly, maybe, perhaps a cowboy...
I see myself there waiting by the roadside Laid claim to nothing but a black bag and the attire I stand in No name, no history Just a target on my temple and a hole in my head I could’ve been one of kings The shell of a boy of the man that I used to be A monkey in a man suit
“You feel the last bit of breath leaving their body. You’re looking into...”
– Ted Bundy (on the joy of murder)
“In the care of Ohliger, I also sucked blood from the wound on her temple, and...”
– Peter Kurten
Pardon me, but you shouldn't be so proud.
L.A. Noire
A 1940s style crime fighting game…I’m in.
Reblog if you've ever been called 'emo'.
ihatenames:
Faking It
hehe My mum thinks shes so awesome with her art exhibition, damn her and her local success. Although I do like the name “Faking It” it makes sense if you know whats going on…MWAHAHA
Im feeling so happy that im depressed.
Toxicity
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep, DISORDER! DISORDER!! DISORDER!!!
Aerials
Aerials,
In the sky,
When you lose small mind, you free your life.
Life is like a waterfall,
We drink form the river then we turn around and put up our walls.
My Drumming Headphones Smell Like Sweat And Vague...
art-or-porn:
(Source : La Blonde, la Brune et le dessinateur )
cool
November 2010
When I watch you, I wanna do you, Right where...