asifthisisme:

P. Darren Black
M. Josh Coleman

asifthisisme:

P. Darren Black

M. Josh Coleman

…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.’
Friedrich Nietzsche (via crimical)

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parents making sex jokes

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grandparents making sex jokes

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nine-year-olds making sex jokes

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nine-year-olds

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NINE

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NEIN

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Welcome to tumblr where we go from parents making sex jokes to sassy Hitler in 0.6 seconds

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Owls confirmed to be the creepiest birds ever. LOOK AT THE FUCKING THINGS. If you fail to notice the one on the left fucking SWALLOWING a rat, then you have the dude singing some satanic chant or something next to him, and then you have those two other fucking psychos synchronized to make you feel creeped the fuck out with their soulless dance of FUCKING DOOM.

I really am tempted to reblog this every time it’s on my dash. That description is one of the best things on the internet.

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Yeahhhh, I want this on my blog again.

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Hospital Entry 1: SUICIDE WATCH

Hospital Entry 1: SUICIDE WATCH
It was the dog who found me. I heard him crying outside the bathroom door, but it seemed very far away. I wasn’t there anymore; I was lying in a field of tall, soft grass — tall enough to hide me from anyone who came looking. The grass moved around me, but there was no sound; I was like a fish lying at the bottom of my cozy aquarium, amongst the sea anemones and dwarf hairgrass. I felt a soft blanket of tree-filtered sunlight wash over me, and I wanted to sleep forever. I felt no fear, no panic; I felt relieved… relieved that I had made my decision and gone through with it, and now there was nothing left to do but wait and lay, wait and lay, wait and lay… All my highs and lows, ups and downs, “TO BEs or NOT TO BEs” were over at last. I had no regrets. I was at peace, and that was a sensation I hadn’t known until that moment. I was at peace. I was at peace. I was at peace…

Then, there were arms lifting me up, voices screaming in my ears, and I was being shaken violently while hydrogen peroxide was poured down my throat. There was no sunlight, no grass — just a dirty bathroom floor, and all I wanted was to go back to sleep.

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Vampira hangs upside down, 1954

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Overgrown (Sheffield General Cemetery) - by Liam Rimmington

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Radio Set por Hunt Glass Works, Inc., 1920. Corning Museum of Glass. (A través de Radio Set | Corning Museum of Glass )

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