"Don’t let anyone, even your parents, break you. Find good people who care about you and surround yourself with just them. If you can’t find them at first, find good music and fall into it and let it hold you until they come."
Davey Havok (via unraveledartists)
"I’m an extremist. I have to deal with my own extreme personality, and I walk the fine line of wanting to die and wanting to be the ruler of it all."
Davey Havok (via carryustothestars)

(via daveyafihavok)

"You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger."
Unknown (via ciggars)

(Source: thebrownskingirl, via padfootwantsatummyrub)

Kurt. 1991


Last line of each Radiohead album.

Inspired by (x) and (x).

(via denial-bryan)


When did we become so small and so apologetic? Why do we apologize for our humanity? Love what you love, and make no apologies. This is your identity. The most horrendous suspensions of freedom are self-imposed. We imprison ourselves daily, hourly.

We have one life, one shot at all the glorious things of life, and we walk about constricted, apologetic, afraid. We have so little time; we have so little space upon which to spread our love and our talents and our kindness. Run toward life fulsomely and freely.

It runs from us so quickly, like a frightened dog or youth or daylight. Chase it and care for it.

Of course art should be about something big. Something terribly big must be at stake. I don’t see this anymore. Our art is becoming terribly polite and apologetic, much like us. It slinks away like a sagging breast, empty of milk or promise or comfort.

We need to get very fervent again. We need to get jacked up.

"Marry someone you want to annoy for the rest of your life."
"Please don’t, above all,
plant me in your heart.

I grow too quick."
Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets To Orpheus (via stolenwine)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via stolenwine)


Eric Matthews and Mr. Feeny having breakfast together two months ago. I’m dying. I am die.