I’m a bastard, you still make me sick.
(Source: anjagleich, via difesa)
(Source: undeadlife, via man-wedgie)
(via maimslikeagirl)
// March 24th, 2012//
A memory bruised
and an all too fertile soil
tilled with bad news;
the dreams to which
I yearn to escape
have been corrupted
by the seedlings of my
misery,
who grow and commiserate
with flecks of moments
poignant and stale
sprouting before my eyes.
I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature.. All of this is art to me.
By farthe finest tumblr
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created
by a crazy man
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