1. roger—-waters:

    Rock and Roll.

  2. awesomemusicwelove:

Here’s a photo of me not giving a fuck by fronz1lla

    awesomemusicwelove:

    Here’s a photo of me not giving a fuck by fronz1lla

  3. lowmorale:

    SMASHING PUMPKINS 1992

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    (via 90s90s90s)

  4. 
Citizen - How Does It Feel?

    Citizen - How Does It Feel?

    (Source: apanthr0pinizati0n)

  5. ultimately-steven:

description on my life

    ultimately-steven:

    description on my life

  6. cameldickdestroyer:

can I get into hell?

    cameldickdestroyer:

    can I get into hell?

  7. armageddon-swimmers:

    "See, I think drugs have done some good things for us, I really do. And if you don’t believe drugs have done good things for us, do me a favor; go home tonight, take all your albums, all your tapes, and all your CD’s and burn em’. ‘Cause you know what? The musicians who’ve made all that great music that’s enhanced your lives throughout the years?.. Rrrrrrrreal fuckin’ high on drugs." - Bill Hicks

    "Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the weather." - Bill Hicks (Originally, not him speaking here.)

    "It’s not a war on drugs, it’s a war on personal freedom is what it is, ok? Keep that in mind at all times, thank you." - Bill Hicks

    Dreaming of that face again.
    It’s bright and blue and shimmering.
    Grinning wide
    And comforting me with it’s three warm and wild eyes.

    On my back and tumbling
    Down that hole and back again
    Rising up
    And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.

    In… Out… In… Out… In… Out…

    A child’s rhyme stuck in my head.
    It said that life is but a dream.
    I’ve spent so many years in question
    to find I’ve known this all along.

    "So good to see you.
    I’ve missed you so much.
    So glad it’s over.
    I’ve missed you so much
    Came out to watch you play.
    Why are you running?”

    Shroud-ing all the ground around me
    Is this holy crow above me.
    Black as holes within a memory
    And blue as our new second sun.
    I stick my hand into his shadow
    To pull the pieces from the sand.
    Which I attempt to reassemble
    To see just who I might have been.
    I do not recognize the vessel,
    But the eyes seem so familiar.
    Like phosphorescent desert buttons
    Singing one familiar song…

    "So good to see you.
    I’ve missed you so much.
    So glad it’s over.
    I’ve missed you so much.
    Came out to watch you play.
    Why are you running away?”

    Prying open my third eye.
    So good to see you once again.
    I thought that you were hiding.
    And you thought that I had run away.
    Chasing the tail of dogma.
    I opened my eye and there we were.

    So good to see you once again
    I thought that you were hiding from me.
    And you thought that I had run away.
    Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.

    Prying open my third eye.

    Prying open my third eye.

    Prying open my third eye.

    Prying open my third eye.

    Prying open my third eye.

    Prying open my third eye.

    Prying open my third eye.

    Prying open my third eye.

    Prying open my third eye.

    Prying open my third eye.

    (Source: stridesthebehemoth)

  8. I held the blade in trembling hands
    Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
    I never had the nerve to make the final cut.

    Sebastian. 17. Argentina. Metal/Punk/Metalcore/HxC/Pink Floyd/Tool.