guerillasforever:

I’ll tell you whats wrong with society. No one drinks from the skulls of their enemies anymore.

nataliakoptseva:

Edward Hopper, The Martha McKeen of Wellfleet, 1944
lickdacake:

zmbiephresh:

http://gvngstvzombies.tumblr.com/

http://lickdacake.tumblr.com/

"What’s the difference?” I asked him. “Between the love of your life, and your soulmate?”
“One is a choice, and one is not."

Tarryn Fisher, Mud Vein (via beautifully-written)

"[An encounter] is a contingent, chance element of existence. Something happens to you that nothing among your existing world’s points of reference made likely or necessary. You encounter someone who you do not know and yet who strikes you, attracts you, enters into your life."

Alain Badiou, ‘People cling onto identities… it is a world opposed to the encounter’ (via foucault-the-haters)

n then u pray for a truck to run you tf over

(via qsalms)

howitzerliterarysociety:

My other blog is a pentagram
coltre:

" I am not in love with you. I am in love with the idea of you. If it’s any consolation, you’re the best idea I’ve ever had. I’m sorry. "
unclefather:

tortellinigirl:

He went

where did he go

trugazi:

can’t wait to own dogs with u

dink-182:

Welp