It's not going to stop. The thirst that from the soule doth rise, doth aske a drinke diuine. It’s not going to stop. It’s not going to stop. It’s not going to stop. It’s not going to stop. It’s not going to stop

I wish I was dead

scream

100 miles, 100 miles, 100 miles, 100 miles, 100 miles away

gn. save then delete this image for help falling asleep

powre new seas in mine eyes

o angell!!

Night. And again, and again. One day we should get together. Some day we’ll fix all this. It doesn’t have to be this way. And again, and again

Lord it takes 10 beers to get here

Please, please drive a thousand-foot spike through the center of me. Then make a triangle

I imagine myself as John Berryman in those videos of him nodding and slurring his way through his poems. “Life, friends, is boring.” Better than what they air today eh. But does he think no one can tell?? Well maybe he didn’t give a shit..maybe that’s the lesson

when you scream all of heauen screams with you

please fucking kill me i tried and i couldnt please fuckniog kill me please please fucknig kill me please fucking mkillem em fi coiuldlfoh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOW MUCH LONGER

The darkest evening of the year. The darkest evening of the year. The darkest evening of the year.